[Intro]
What do you mean you want out of the contract?
You're our best act
Asshole records, may I help you?
Uh, excuse me, Frontline?
Uh, yeah, he'll see you guys now
Yeah, okay, well you tell that fucker he better get me a single
Can't sell records without a single
That's it and that's all
Sorry, guys, have a seat
Yeah, alright
Yeah, how you doin'?
Nice to finally meet you guys face-to-face, so, um
Got a chance to listen to your project, and, uh
I mean, I'm feelin' the music
I like what you guys are doin', but, um
The Bay Area?
That market, that sound just doesn't cut it nationwide

[Chorus]
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Left]
Now somebody told me not to rep the Bay
Why not? This is where I stay
They said that we was dead and stuck in a grave
And living off songs we made back in the day
So I'ma take this book and start turning pages
And expose the fact that they stealing Bay shit
And I ain't talking 'bout popping collars and slanguage
I'm talking about the moves they made to make it (Yeah)
Artists making label deals, you probably thought that started with P for sure
That's Bay, we all entrepreneurs
We all doing our thing 'cause Bay n***as ain't no punks
Distribution popping outta the trunk, partner
And don't think we don't see the relations
To mixtapes, and compilations (Yup)
And how you come out here on our radio stations
And say you love the Bay, but can't name the places (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know (Yo)
[Verse 2: Locksmith]
We got a little dilemma, mayne
N***as are really bitter, they riddled up in they mental, mayne
I'm in the middle, it's 'bout to give me a mental strain
Everybody's tickled, but none of them n***as get it, mayne
I know they just really wanna get rid of me
But I'm not a victim, I listen as they belittle me
Then I just take the negative energy
Put it in my lyrics and spit it back at my enemies
I disregard small affairs
Treat 'em like hopscotch and step all over squares
Scrutinizing me 'cause I got this song on the air
But n***as should understand that I belong over there
And, yeah, n***a, it's long overdue
They telling you different, then, n***a, it's far from the truth
In actuality, n***a, shit, we starving like you
Nobody wanted to step up 'til we started to, uh

[Chorus]
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know
Wha', wha'-wha', wha' (That's Oakland)
Yee, yee-yee, yee (That's Richmond)
Hey, hey (That's Frisco)
And if you ain't from the Bay, now your ass know