[Verse: Stanley Ipkuss]
The more they tell me I'm tight the more that I think I'm whack
Constant staring game & I ain't blinking back
Wrinkled hat panels, channels linked compact
Sandals mantled pink and black
Joking, always bet that we come back smoking
That's Oakland
Well tested, dressed the best, less facetious
Must exceed some transcendental measures just to reach this
I'll eat it deep dish or greasy flat
Finish off with Resees snacks
Easy fat supplements a queasy nap
Floors couches bunk beds & air mattresses
Plus a couple syndicates who swear by fair practices
Hard to believe huh? Everybody's in it for themselves
Cash spending mad dependent on they wealth, welp
There's no denying that I'll gas it
Maniacally climactic
Decidedly indite at least a fraction
Always late to work the scene but leave their hands up
Sipping water out of faded Burger King Peter Pan cups
Way honest with the way I pay homage
On occasion I eat scrambled eggs & play Sonic
And constantly relay what dorks better do
Remember the name, I-P-K forth letter U