Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Too $hort
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Clarence Satchell
Autoría
Leroy Bonner
Autoría
Marshall Jones
Autoría
James Williams
Autoría
Marvin Pierce
Autoría
Billy Beck
Autoría
William Beck
Autoría
Ralph Middlebrooks
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Ant Banks
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
You think Oakland, California is a city of punks
It only takes a second to pop the trunk
And just like that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game and nothing else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
[Verse 2]
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryna be a gangster but you just ain't lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin' serious time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game and you gotta deal with that
[Verse 3]
I wake up every day and I just can't wait
To make more money 'cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grabbed the microphone and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was game
I started makin' money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
[Verse 4]
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Facedown on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on, backseat, I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty minutes
Askin' me where's the dope?
Where's my gun? But I don't know
I said I'm rappin', they laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin' coke
[Verse 5]
I want to be free and that's the truth, oh, yeah
I want to be free, oh, yeah
[Verse 6]
I be in Oakland, California every day of my life
Bass so hard you think I'm smokin' a pipe
And if I don't smoke it, I gots to grind
Searched all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket full of money, count seven Gs
Now you wanna think I'm sellin' keys
'Cause I'm a black man, but I run my own business
So why the police wanna send me to prison?
[Verse 7]
They see a brother makin' major cash
They knock a patch out his black ass
And that's the truth, you can't argue at all
Tryna give you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin' on the dank smoke
'Cause all they wanna find is guns and coke
In court all the time tryna fight it
We get rich, we get indicted
(I want to be free)
[Verse 8]
So what's the problem, Officer, this time?
Is havin' big money, bein' black my crime?
Or did you take me to jail to teach me a lesson?
Charge me with somethin' or just ask questions
About the brothers I hang around
What's really goin' on in the Oakland Town?
Tell me who went broke and who got rich
But Too $hort, baby, just ain't no snitch
[Verse 9]
You say you're just doin' your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up 'cause I don't know how to act
But I'm down for mine so I be talkin' back
And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
I'm sick of spendin' nights in jail
[Verse 10]
I want to be free and that's the truth, oh, yeah
I want to be free, oh, yeah
[Verse 11]
Got outta jail 'bout 4:15
Walkin' down the street like a broke dope fiend
Had a pocket full of money tryna play the role
Benz got towed and I was hella cold
But I ain't trippin', I'm gettin' used to it now
Handcuffed your boy, took me straight downtown
For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
'Cause the 5-0's always tryna jack a player for no reason
[Verse 12]
Wasn't doin' nothin' wrong
You think I'm lyin', singin' that same old song
Well, I'm a black man, ridin' in a Benz
How in the hell did I make these ends?
Here we go, I pull over to the right
Stop the engine, keep my hands in sight
I start cursin' 'cause it don't make sense
Why would I run and try to jump a fence?
[Verse 13]
If I was plannin' a smooth getaway
I never woulda stopped in the first place
You be high speed chasin' me but this time you ain't
'Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some Gs to the boys in blue
And if I sue, I won't get nothin' back
But I ain't mad, I'm just black
[Verse 14]
I want to be free, oh, yeah
I want to be free, oh, yeah
I want to be free, oh, yeah
I want to be free, oh, yeah
Written by: Billy Beck, Clarence Satchell, James Williams, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Ralph "Pee Wee" Middlebrooks

