Story Behind The Song
Made this song to let everybody know what the bay is all about. From the good to the bad.
Song Description
A song about recognition. Representin the place I live "Da Bay". Stakin claim to the rap game.
| Song Length |
3:36 |
Genre |
Rap - Gangsta, Rap - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Beside Yourself, Fuming |
Subject |
Danger, Doom |
| Similar Artists |
2Pac, Cypress Hill |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
INRO-HOOK Backround- BAY,BAY,Bay,Bay, Bay,Bay, Bay, Bay.
VERSE1
Dollar signs in my eyes livin a life a crime. Where da witnesses don't make it ta testify. Drinkin cognac in my ABA Dr. J throwback.Slurrin my speech hella toeback. Off in dat B.A.Y, better known as da bay. Watch what you say don't get carried Bay,Bayaway. Give respect when respect is given.I'm up Late night kneelin starin at da ceilin,Prayin but I'm losin my religion like a virgin. precise like a surgeon. Rap tight like a turban. Swervin.Up N down ya block so lo. Ya see sparks poppin out da 24's burnin da road. We hot like shells when dey drop.Police on my ass why da hell would I stop. Put da pedal ta da metal, fuck da cops.They ain't even on my level. We Shake em like jello then disappear back inta da ghetto.
HOOK
Fool you didnt know ya better ask somebody. When you see us at da show ya better ask somebody. Late night after da club we hit da afterparty. 30 deep takin shit from nobody. Po's Po's at ya do ya better ask somebody. You ain't heard us befo ya better ask somebody. Puttin trust in a ho ya better ask somebody.Wha, wha YOU BETTER ASK SOMEBODY.
VERSE 2
We cock em N sqeeze aint no coppin pleas.Stop N freeze or drop N bleed. Muthafuckas get dangled like puppets on a strang. Da only way ya ya fuckin wit Cec is in ya dreams. While yall sleepin Im devisin schemes ready for war. Takin everything you got ready more. Now Raise your hands if ya sure. Cec gone give it to ya raw 100 percent pure. Read em weap real killas never bluff. So what you gotta pair man Im holdin a flush, ante up. Pull dem panties up N act like a man. Stand N fight like a man, take ya life in ya hands. Out here its all about makin paper. N if ya own one, ya got ta swang ya scraper. Pimpins in my nature so cuff ya bitch.I might make her an offer dat she cant resist.
HOOK
Fool you didnt know ya better ask somebody. When you see us at da show ya better ask somebody. Late night after da club we hit da afterparty. 30 deep takin shit from nobody. Po's Po's at ya do ya better ask somebody. You ain't heard us befo ya better ask somebody. Puttin trust in a ho ya better ask somebody.Wha, wha YOU BETTER ASK SOMEBODY.
VERSE 3
I got Pschopathic tendencies fo my enemies. Fucked up in da head consumed wit negativity.Sidearm delivery filt wit hostility stockin cap concealin my identity.Quit actin like ya shit dont stink like a fake ass celebrity.Swearin you real but You aint got no integrity. Cec might show up on ya doorstep at 3 am. Pick da lock N let myself in. How does it feel ta be starin down da barrel of a bushmaster rifle.Im hateful N spiteful psycho.Lucifers deciple. Orchestratin hits Im a daawg Im a son of a bitch. Illiterate heart colder than a witches tit.Its 4th down we comin on a all out blitz. Point blank we cant miss. As long as I ca still make a fist I'll keep on reppin dis Bay shit .
HOOK
Fool you didnt know ya better ask somebody. When you see us at da show ya better ask somebody. Late night after da club we hit da afterparty. 30 deep takin shit from nobody. Po's Po's at ya do ya better ask somebody. You ain't heard us befo ya better ask somebody. Puttin trust in a ho ya better ask somebody.Wha, wha YOU BETTER ASK SOMEBODY.