Letra

Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
When you was break dancin' and back spinnin' on linoleum
My **** wrap a thousand grams with petroleum
Jelly, real life belly, it ain't shit that you can tell me
Once you trapped in the belly of the beast
Where **** wait on they commissary
Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin'
Wifey poundin' diamonds, I'm a frontline soldier like a lineman
Guns firin', sirens, that's all in my environment
Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that's all in my environment
**** that slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement
Ballin', time and grindin', that's all in my environment
Experiment, when I blaze you up fuck the firemen
Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner
With rocks and marijuana, make it hot as a sauna
It's just another day in Oakland, California
I touch G's and never had a diploma, like that
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
When you was learnin' how to boogaloo and pop lock
I was baggin' opium and balloons at the hop spot
And slangin' double ups to goons at the rock spot
We got the block locked, and give a fuck if the cops watch
Just chop chop, I turn your car into a drop top
Just like a chop shop, brrrap brrrap, make a cop drop
Keep your mouth shut, our neighbors don't talk to cops about us
They know we come and shoot they fuckin' house up
Rock the ounce up, with your little arm and hammer
I'm breakin' pounds up with jack knives and sledge hammers
Some of my **** in the feds, locked up in the slammer
Some of my **** got bread then headed for Atlanta
My family put the murder game down like Alpo
I hate my algebra class but still love to count dough
**** was breakin' like Turbo and Ozone
I was pushin' O's on the block until the dope gone, geah
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
When you was spinnin' techniques, learnin' DJ shit
I was tryin' to touch a hundred keys like Freeway Rick
I was rollin' with a Mossberg like DJ Quik
I hear the feds and the D.A. here over he say shit
The block hot like a heat wave hit
But I'm above and on the low just like Freeway shit
I'ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch
Just concentrate on this D-I whiff, and this V-I flip
I stay Fila'd down in mobster suits
If you talk to cops I shoot, let the chopper loose
Rest in peace to 2Pac and Big Poppa too
I never boogaloo like Shabba Doo, I'm a mobster dude
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
Til the day that I die, do it B.I
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P-I
I'm that **** thugged out in the V-I
And I've been slangin' major D since I was knee high
Written by: Yukmouth
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