Bay Area - Frayser Boy

Allow me to introduce myself two tenty one seventy six

Busted out my mama’s womb, the haters havin a fit

The birth of a frayser boy is now on the fuckin scene

Raised in the Brier ain’t too many things I ain’t seen

Bay is in my blood, I came up around them real niggas

Niggas on the run, got feds watchin and takin pictures

Hooked up wit them thugs thats hypnotizin yo' minds

Good lookin out paul and juicy, now I’m back on this grind

Ain’t no stoppin this time, because the sky is the limit

And I’mma stay loyal to my dawgs, till the day that I finish

You know this race I’mma win it and much love to the bay

And all them niggas I fucked wit then, I fuck wit today

So this yo' dawg comin at ya, so haters dont ya start

If you wit me you can catch me robbin frayser boulevard

Gone on that bay, dont you play, this is where I’m gonna stay

Found my home H.C.P.

no longer a fuckin stray, dont play

Bay area, ain’t love fo, fuck you hoes we down till we die (repeat x8)

This the verse they gonna show you right off the wamb I throw them thumbs

H.c.p.

w-y-t-e frayser B bay we be droppin bombs

Watch-the-fuck-out, here we come (pop! pop! pop!)ya'll can’t get none

All of a sudden this long haired green eyed faggot tryin to get him some

Let me let ya in on a little bittty secret I could lyrically toast ya

Plus I’m from the bay that explains my reactions like a vulture

Quickly find ya, sniff ya out, now matter how far you mite be

Strong aroma, pass is over, all the air the bay I breath

That got me places, call me crazy, somehow I done fuckin made it

So mo' in my verse weak then you did it 3 months I know you hate it

Watch me rise up to the top because my hood has put me here

Sometimes I feel some parts of the bay got its own atmosphere

Haters, hustlas, rappers, real-ass-niggas, rednecks, and fuckin queers

Chokin doja, watchin po’po’s ride by while they throw a beer

Yeah its kind of hectic in my neck of the woods but respect it

Life is so damn gravy in the bay for me you had to check it (BIITCH!)

(hook, with scratches, frayser boy giving shoutouts to the Bay)