Bad Times, Pt. 1 (feat. Antiseptic & Doobie Tha Gasman)

We still on the grind
Selling nickles dubs and dimes
In the town where you gotta hustle
Releasin da game with the muscle
Selling anything ta everythang in the streets
Pullin things like the heat if theres beef
Yadadmeen no grief cause they wanna to see me
So i pulled the foe five and started to buss
Maken suckas run and hide aint no point to rush
Jackin and hittin licks spittin to sick
pimpin and mackin in the cars we be dippin
Stop at the block to see what happen guns i be flashin at niggas
Cause i be selling and smashing never afraid to pull the trigga
In a city i call home i be smoken
nigga try to play me buss his dome
Cause im from east oakland
Deep east east east east east east east o a k l a n d

We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland
We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland

Niggas wanna be me
Cause they see the things i be doin
Smoke one or two blunts daily
Got em haten on me
But i aint trippin im good at huslten born made assain
That the cops stay harrassen
I like niggas who talk shit
Cause i get a adrenaline rush outta it
Or when im heated then yall really gonna see people leekin
Fuck the bling i hustle ta put money in my pocket
I dont care if i dont shine but any nigga test me ima drop him
Cause thats how we get down in a city i call oaktown
Where there no pity selling drugs or stolen property
Sending out mean muggs i found out this life is right for me
Until Im dead or deceased shot in the head
But until that time ima stay reppin the deep

We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland
We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland

Me and von still on the grind
Getting off nickles dubs and dimes
Did the time did the crime
Been in the hall now im out
I go dumb throw up the hunits and shout
Maken niggas pout off the k daddy
Still rollin blunts and fatties bitches still call me daddy
I sell cream a k a rocks
Its doobie from the ten duce block
Not a jock but call me a quarterback
The way i turn around and pass them sacks
Im tryin to put this deep east shit on the map
Im at abes liquor store on e one foe
If you didnt know boy its all up on a hoe
All up on a bitch put ya brains in stitch
Yea bitch im tryna hit i smoke purple
My eyes is low and chingy like urkel
But i aint trippin cause selling these rock and not gettin caught a miracle
But fuck what you though i also sell heroine

We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland
We still strugglin strugglin
In east oakland