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  • You think
    Oakland California is a city of punks
    It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
    And just like that you know it's real
    You're in the right damn town to get killed
    It's all about the game, and nothin else
    You come out here, you better watch yourself
    Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
    But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
    You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
    Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin
    This little town is gettin wild as hell
    Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
    If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
    Got my partners from
    Oakland doin serious time
    You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
    But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that
    I wake up everyday and
    I just can't wait
    To make mo money, cause back in the days
    When I rapped,
    I did the same damn thing
    I do nowGrab the microphone, and show you how
    But I was broke, the only thing
    I had was game
    I started makin money and knew things would change
    Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
    But the OP
    D, found it hard to accept
    I got jacked by the
    Task and jacked by the
    ViceFace down on the ground keep my hands in sight
    Put the handcuffs on backseat
    I'm in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes
    Askin me, where's the ****
    Where's my gun, but
    I don't know
    I said I'm rappin, they laugh like
    I told a joke
    And to this day they think
    I'm sellin coke
    I want to be free! (and that's the truth)
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I be in Oakland
    California every day of my life
    Bass so hard you think
    I'm smokin a pipe
    And if I don't smoke it,
    I gots to grind
    Searched all my stuff, and all you find
    Is a pocket full of money count seven
    G'sNow you wanna think
    I'm sellin keys
    Cause I'm a black man, but
    I run my own business
    So why the police wanna send me to prison
    They see a brother makin major cash
    They knock a patch out his black ass
    And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all
    Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
    Ain't even trippin on the dank smoke
    Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke
    In court all the time tryin to fight it
    We get rich, we get indeibted
    So what's the problem
    Officer this time?
    Is havin big money bein black a crime?
    Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson
    Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions
    About the brothers
    I hang around
    What's really goin on in the
    Oakland town
    Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
    But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch
    You say you're just doin your job
    But you're gettin on my nerves, just like
    BobEverytime
    I hit a corner,
    I see youAlways tellin brothers what to do
    You lock me up cause
    I don't know how to act
    But I'm down for mine so
    I be talkin back
    And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
    I'm sick of spendin nights in jail
    I want to be free! (and that's the truth)
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen
    Walkin down the street like a broke *********
    Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
    Benz got towed and
    I was hella cold
    But I ain't trippin,
    I'm gettin used to it now
    Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown
    For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
    Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa
    For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong
    You think
    I'm lyin, singin that same ol song
    Well I'm a black man, ridin in a
    BenzHow in the hell did
    I make these ends?
    Here we go
    I pull over to the right
    Stop the engine keep my hands in sight
    I start cursin, cause it don't make sense
    Why would
    I run and try to jump a fence
    If I was plannin, a smooth getaway
    I never woulda stopped in the first place
    You'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain't
    Cause all
    I got on me is a big fat bank
    And I hope
    I don't get robbed by you know who
    Make me donate some
    G's to the boys in blue
    And if I sue,
    I won't get nothin back
    But I ain't mad
    I'm just black
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
  • You think
    Oakland California is a city of punks
    It only takes a second, to pop the trunk
    And just like that you know it's real
    You're in the right damn town to get killed
    It's all about the game, and nothin else
    You come out here, you better watch yourself
    Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red
    But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
    You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
    Tryin to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin
    This little town is gettin wild as hell
    Check the penetentiaries and all the jails
    If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
    Got my partners from
    Oakland doin serious time
    You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
    But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal with that
    I wake up everyday and
    I just can't wait
    To make mo money, cause back in the days
    When I rapped,
    I did the same damn thing
    I do nowGrab the microphone, and show you how
    But I was broke, the only thing
    I had was game
    I started makin money and knew things would change
    Bought a Benz, thought it might earn respect
    But the OP
    D, found it hard to accept
    I got jacked by the
    Task and jacked by the
    ViceFace down on the ground keep my hands in sight
    Put the handcuffs on backseat
    I'm in itIllegal search for about thirty minutes
    Askin me, where's the ****
    Where's my gun, but
    I don't know
    I said I'm rappin, they laugh like
    I told a joke
    And to this day they think
    I'm sellin coke
    I want to be free! (and that's the truth)
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I be in Oakland
    California every day of my life
    Bass so hard you think
    I'm smokin a pipe
    And if I don't smoke it,
    I gots to grind
    Searched all my stuff, and all you find
    Is a pocket full of money count seven
    G'sNow you wanna think
    I'm sellin keys
    Cause I'm a black man, but
    I run my own business
    So why the police wanna send me to prison
    They see a brother makin major cash
    They knock a patch out his black ass
    And that's the truth, you can't argue you at all
    Tryin to give you ten years for a phone call
    Ain't even trippin on the dank smoke
    Cause all they wanna find, is guns and coke
    In court all the time tryin to fight it
    We get rich, we get indeibted
    So what's the problem
    Officer this time?
    Is havin big money bein black a crime?
    Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a lesson
    Charge me with somethin, or just ask questions
    About the brothers
    I hang around
    What's really goin on in the
    Oakland town
    Tell me who went broke, and who got rich
    But Too $hort baby just ain't no snitch
    You say you're just doin your job
    But you're gettin on my nerves, just like
    BobEverytime
    I hit a corner,
    I see youAlways tellin brothers what to do
    You lock me up cause
    I don't know how to act
    But I'm down for mine so
    I be talkin back
    And when I do, you treat me bad as hell
    I'm sick of spendin nights in jail
    I want to be free! (and that's the truth)
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    Got out of jail about fo'-fifteen
    Walkin down the street like a broke *********
    Had a pocket full of money tryin to play the role
    Benz got towed and
    I was hella cold
    But I ain't trippin,
    I'm gettin used to it now
    Handcuffed your boy took me straight downtown
    For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
    Cause the five-oh's always tryin to jack a playa
    For no reason, wasn't doin nothin wrong
    You think
    I'm lyin, singin that same ol song
    Well I'm a black man, ridin in a
    BenzHow in the hell did
    I make these ends?
    Here we go
    I pull over to the right
    Stop the engine keep my hands in sight
    I start cursin, cause it don't make sense
    Why would
    I run and try to jump a fence
    If I was plannin, a smooth getaway
    I never woulda stopped in the first place
    You'd be high speed chasin me but this time you ain't
    Cause all
    I got on me is a big fat bank
    And I hope
    I don't get robbed by you know who
    Make me donate some
    G's to the boys in blue
    And if I sue,
    I won't get nothin back
    But I ain't mad
    I'm just black
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh
    I want to be free!
    Ohhh yeahhh