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Welcome to the bay! |
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where the clouds can't stay |
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they're chased away by the rays |
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blazed by the sun that sets in the west |
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where money travels hands like our credit card debts |
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like screw it, I'mma pick up those brand new kicks |
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charge it to the game, worry bout it when we rich |
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like silicon valley, where nerds get hitched |
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to super hot wifey's, with silicon chest |
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who might fund the bricks that'll build the projects |
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mostly if it's a look, that'll increase margins |
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and everyday we walk past those that's starving |
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or trying to get a hit, the source of their problems |
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hey, I'm just trying do the best that I can |
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in a hi-tech world, moving faster than grams |
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slanged in the Mission (district) where gunshots are numerous |
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drug problems are ludicrous, |
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crack babies from uterus, |
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hey, I know a few know what I'm talking about |
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it's the place we've grown, it's a place called home |
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it's a place that we face everyday in the morn (ing) |
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a place if I leave best believe i'll be torn |
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it's the bay. |
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No matter how long I'm away |
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I'll be there.. |
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No matter how long I can stay |
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I'll be here.. |
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No matter how long I'm away |
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I'll be there.. |
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No matter how long I can stay |
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I'll be here.. |
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And it was only 1 score and 7 years ago |
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my folks came to the bay searching for vehicles |
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they had the drive to drive towards the scenic view |
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flat broke where hopes and dreams were feasible |
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coming from Asia, things were barely readable |
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burgers and fries, things were barely eatable |
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but opportune, this place was unbelievable |
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inconceivable when words like chink were teachable |
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despite the racism, they asked what would Jesus do.. |
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and prayed for children, God willing received a few |
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then I arrived, survived 89' |
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when quakes shook us up and scuffed our state of mind.. |
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I grew up to an ill-fitting suit, trying to climb |
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from corporate to forfeit, scoring checks to rhyme |
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and I'm now in Frisco, water surrounds my grind |
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and men in leather chaps or chaps with gang signs |
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the home of hyphy, where living is pricey |
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and blood paints the streets that police just might see |
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it's the home I'm at, raised and born |
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the home if I leave best believe I'll be torn its the bay... |
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No matter how long I'm away |
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I'll be there.. |
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No matter how long I can stay |
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I'll be here.. |
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No matter how long I'm away |
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I'll be there.. |
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No matter how long I can stay |
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I'll be here.. |
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inhale exhale |
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take a breath, that's the bay we smell |
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inhale exhale.. |
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take a breath, its the place we dwell |
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inhale exhale.. |
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take a breath, that's the bay we smell |
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inhale exhale |
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take a breath, as the bay prevails.. |
