Correction Lyrics Alameda County East Bay, Ho! by Mustard

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Hey yo, the labyrinth, bourgeois bureaucratic tactics, arachnids, ravenous, acrobatic style son I'll bury you
Disparate techniques, I marry them
Mary and Barry with the crack rock
Call me Rav 4 then a Ford Range Rove
Heh, but it's hybrid
Listening to Snow Informer here to Bora-Bora
Thoughts black, beard game similar to Freeway
Plus Malik be darts paisley
Two words: f**k you, pay me
Slay daily, hey baby it's me, Kool A.D
With another type, savian, Glover-type
Other-type, Lover-type, life-giver
Wrote it on my iPhone watching soccer, bruh
Bruh I'm not your cu-, cu- I'm not your bruh
Blood I'm not your cuz, cuz I'm not your blood
Wodie I'm not you're brodie
Brodie I'm not your wodie
Oh my god, holy f**kin' sh*t
I really sometimes believe that I'm the f**kin' sh*t
My English is circ*mstantial
Know I've said it before
Like all things already be spoken
Infinite times I rep Oakland
Plus Alameda, plus Hunter's point
Plus Potrero hill, plus Havan, Cuba
Rome, Italy
Camuchia/Cortona, Corona, Queens, Connecticut
Texas, Nebraska, Mt. Everest
Grand scheme broke but still ghetto rich off white yellow ish
Redbone-esque
Paper bag full of bricks, racks
In a white Geo Prism
With the, oh my god, in the, in the, in the
Yo the world is a ghetto plus a neo-prison
Spread love to every target in your field of vision
Illegal carpets, hella fly regal livin'
One-thousand and one Arabian nights
Night laser white weight esos son griboco son night no importa
Yo I'm zonin' in the Twilight Zone on the sofa
Es una cosa nostra
Soak the chocha
Costa a costa
L.A. to Key Largo
Culturally, you might say that I'm a child of an embargo
Shout out the Pit Bull, Mellow Man, Ace and B Real
Kool AD Real
I don't give a f**k how he feel
Me and my sea that's [?]
That's [?] real
f**k dog, I been had three deals
I still say I'm signed to myself
You could get a line with my wealth
Know that I'm divine for your health
Yo I'm a sign in a self
I'm a sound and a sight to see
I'm a creature in the flesh and I like to free
I'm the type to light you might like to see
I'm too hype you might like to be
Something like me, but just be you
We gonna do us like how we do
Beard like Hebrew
Zipper of the cookies in the see-through
Zip lock bag the kid hot flashin' like your boy goin' through menopause
Flow so Ganeshian just like an elephant
Relevant, revolutionary tactics
In facts that's televised
Hella eyes seen, but the third one saw it three times
And the hieroglyphics shine on the wall of the temple
Spit off the phone or the paper or the temple if need be
Oshun, Yamaya, Shango, [?]
See me, I be the K to the O to the L to the A to the D
Vaso de agua
Karma, Chamillionaire type, cash money millionaire type
Brazilian hair
Now verterra copa
This ain't a [?] it's a swisher
With the Henny and the Listerine strips
b*t*h I listen and I who then I do my thing
Recycle reduce reuse close loops
Mailin' me shoes, and I ain't even throw hoops
I throw truce to they throw coupes
I go hard over loops cause that's what I'm used to doin'
b*t*h I'm so cuckoo they poopooin
No, I'm poopooin' all these other cats is doodoo
Kool AD, yo I not what you're used to
True blue, favorite hue Cool, that's gray though
Hella Bay though, catch up like tomato
I don't even even play, though
Do it like I do it every day though
Prolly cause I used to do it every day though
I don't even know what I could even say, though
Alameda County, East Bay, Ho!

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