Oakland (Interlude) Lyrics

Remember them days when John-John had them backwoods

Sit on the porch and roll up all of that good

Swear that green made niggas act good nah

Smokin everyday

Every night

Roll it up

Light it up

Burn down

Get it right

Been around

Another go

Hunnid pounds

Double Dutch

Two times

Three times

I roll

Around the time of my first tape

Almost a year to the day that I dropped it

I made it went commercial

No wonder why niggas hatin'

I can't evade or fade the shit

Like I'm making these hits

Yea

Autumn Pack good but ain't made me rich

I went broke when I sold that pack

Listen

Ok ok 10-4

Getting the bread and I'm stacking it tenfold

Dance for me lil baby limbo

East side Oakland California

I just wanna get up out of Colorado

I don't wanna see another nigga hatin'

I just wanna be on that avenue

Happy that Gran D still living

We getting that oak

Cut down on that smoke

No spendin' paper on doe

Spending that green on beat

How the fuck else I'ma cope