Leo Mercer, Infinxte Soul - Riding Around Oakland

Bushrod, Gaskill
Six Deuce, Goldenville
Homie it's treal
Ask me I'll tell you how I feel
High off the vibes like I'm cooking off the grill
Had to make one for the bay because I'm ten toes
Dee Lo used to pull up at my house w no hoes
Gotta couple sex tapes that's on the Go Pro
They can release it if they really want the promo
Leo Mercer I'm gentrified and came back
Got my doe up, y'all thought that I was laid back
Do it for the people I ain't get no payback
Do it for myself my people get the playback
Approaching thirty, where the time go
I feel like I'm fifteen, my mental make the time slow
I go
Crazy, my baby the only one can say that I know
Even when I don't we can still end it on a high note
I'm from the town, but i ain't go to Tech
I was licking w the movers and shakers holding techs
Pull up at your mama house, she don't know what I did
And she ain't gotta know
Hit the room, get me some rest, aye
I'm in a giving mood, give her some sex, aye
They in the living room, trying to be next, aye
Can't get em' off of me, full court press, huh
I'm not the best but I come with the crest, look
Nowadays, back in the days, it ain't the same
If you asking my opinion, today is lame
feeling like pain, feeling no pain, feeling 'Ahmad'
But I'm feeling great, life of a God, hop in Nissan
Riding around Telegraph, by the underpass
Make a left on Alcatraz, about to get the bag
On my mama, imma give it back, but I'm getting that
I'm the king of my city man, put a penny in
Riding round San Pablo, Nine Eighty
Then I hit E One Four, pull up in the shady's
Five Eighty, hella stops gotta pay me
Circle back to the lower bottoms baby
The greatest power back of all time is from my hood
The greatest runner in baseball is from my hood
NBA street volume two we at Mosswood
Ice City you ain't gotta ask if I'm good
I'm worldwide baby no passport
I will never play on your court, call it bad sport
Got mines better have yours, is it that hard
It's baseball game all over the world, that part
Bay hitter, better yet OAK hitter
Game spitter, I will never be a lane splitter
Merge lanes niggah, light rail train niggah
Get yo D up, or play a different game niggah
My city ain't the same no more
Still hitting side shows on E One Four
Mad love all the time when you see yo bro
Got two or three birds, can't see yo hoes, huh
From the town to the day I go
Even tho it don't really look the same no mo
Tupac, Nate Dogg see the same ol' hoes
They done put a Starbucks by the liquor store
Don't go dying for that neighborhood
That yo mama renting
Expand your vision
I'm bout to travel the world catch me in the distance
Thinking bout Oakland because I miss it
I'm visioning me
Riding around Telegraph, by the underpass
Make a left on Alcatraz, about to get the bag
On my mama, imma give it back, but I'm getting that
I'm the king of my city man, put a penny in
Riding round San Pablo, Nine Eighty
Then I hit E One Four, pull up in the shady's
Five Eighty, hella stops gotta pay me
Circle back to the lower bottoms baby
My city ain't the same no more
Still hitting side shows on E One Four
Mad love all the time when you see yo bro
Got two or three birds, can't see yo hoes, huh
From the town to the day I go
Even tho it don't really look the same no mo
Tupac, Nate Dogg see the same ol' hoes
They done put a Starbucks by the liquor store
Look
My city ain't the same no more
E One Four
See yo bros
Mad love all the time
Got two or three birds
From the town to the day I go
Don't really look the same no mo
Tupac, Nate Dogg
Starbucks by the liquor store
Please enter destination

Written by:
Roy Terry

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