Don P - Bay Luv lyrics

Verse 1: San Quinn: Give me love and I'ma give you love We all thugs trapped in the game get your slugs Came up, they wanna see collapse perhaps We get each other's backs attack the rap in packs No hate up in my bones staying true up to the heart Real playa rippin perpetrators all apart If we smart real n***as unite do right Unless we doing wrong we losin life R.I.P. Mr. Cee, Seag and Pac Let the drama stop let's proceed to clock Smoking weed in flocks 4-1-0-5-1-0 7-0-7 steppin like veterans keepin it real no questions Hook: San Quinn: Bay Luv where the playas is famous Where times is dangerous We go through changes But we got Bay Luv Verse 2: Don P I got this game for ya if you want it you can keep it Don P the best kept secret I'm ridin for the residents Game is heaven sent it's evident haters is irrelevant Tell me could the real motherf**ers please stand up All the real motherf**ers throw your hands up From Oaktown to Frisco, Richmond Valley-Joe All in together now ball in together now Black 'N Brown: Puttin it down come tight outta Frisco Eric cheebo and drop top here we go Baldhead and the baby boy San Quinn Y'all open up the doors and let me step in Hit the blunt proceed to flow to [?] Cuz in the Bay black and brown is how we get down Bout it bout it so motherf**ers never doubt it Don't get mad cuz a young playa steady bouncin Hook Third Verse: Baldhead Rick: The wicked coast every brother's trigger finger itching From San Jose to EPA up to North Richmond Task keeps missing from strikes they keep pitchin It's a must to stay stuck on my bucks In these ghetto prisons Across the bridge I got family plus a gang of nigs Ghetto kids on the avenues stacking they revenues And running from pigs Oaktown where they try to blow a man down From the East to West stay strapped with a vest and 19 rounds Vallejo where they roll 100 spokes Vogues Shakin po-po's in the SF From the Hillside to the Crest Streets ain't complete of it ain't no thugs And unity ain't nothin if it ain't no love San Quinn: Surrounded by k**as Rap game Same n***as out the crack game moving tapes like c**aine With ghetto fame One love to the Mob, the Click, 187 Fac, [?], my n***a Lil Ric Totally Insane, Sick Insane Criminals, Short Dog and 4Tay Bay originals gotta be real you would be shook or k**ed One love to my n***a Vine and the whole Brookville See me strugglin to help whenever but I do the same Ain't no trouble up in wealth if you can handle the fame n***as get strange when they ain't got a meal Stop being a timer flossin like my n***a JR Rider Fillmoe forever but never disrespect the next turf Stay a Get Low playa the rebirth be the Network Me and Messy blood bout to have it Giving Bay luv the golden way staying savage Hook