The Bay (Remix)

[Intro: Amp Live, Clyde Carson]
Yeah, stand up
Zion I presents "The Bay"
The 510, 707, 916, 415, 408, Northern Cali
"Bay" remix
(Remix, remix, here we go, remix)

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
Ayy, I done stayed all over the Bay Area but Oakland's home (Oakland's home)
Doors open on the whip shinin' chrome (Yeah)
Dreads and gold teeth on stunnas and zones (Why?)
Up and down the strip pimps lookin' for hoes (Ha)
Ayy, you're rockin' with The Team, it's on (Team)
I'm just here to give you some knowledge on my beloved home (Why's that?)
We all go stupid whether young or grown (Go, go, go)
New slang every minute, Dummy 18 Go

[Verse 2: Zumbi]
Yeah, let it flow, let me tell you what I know
From the O to the 'sco, Vallejo to San Jo'
Where the block stay flooded, the pimps all strutted
I'm low in the cuts with my folks gettin' budded
Crooked cops wan' run it but they way too dumb
Slump slow in a bucket not known from drums
It's the Bay, baby boy, so the game persist
Hustlin', stackin' funds for my remix spits

[Chorus: Zumbi, Turf Talk]
From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay
Vallejo to the Zay with the spot where you stay
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay
(My turn)

[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
It's rap in, it's rap in, it's rap in the club (Rap in the club)
It's rap in this motherfuckin' sound booth, boy (Sound booth, boy)
707 product
We like to hear them pipes when the engine start up
And I'm so Bayed up (So Bayed up)
I'ma keep sayin' it until it play out (Until it play out)
Y'all niggas pussy, punks
Don't even know the true meaning of them dreadlocks (Of them dreadlocks)

[Verse 4: San Quinn]
This is Frisco's finest, my people make you a minus
Some write this and righteous, dig for gold like 49ers
Them dues carry big calibers
Get mail off the digital scale, we never learned Algebra
See, we work the track, with a hood rap or a hoodrat
Real built on a gangsta's impact
My words are bullets, said the mouth is the trigger
In Frisco, many pack pistol to make you feel 'em

[Verse 5: Casual]
Yeah, we Bay Area big boys, independent paper
Amber Alert, it got 'em lookin' for the scraper
I'm A-1 out here, the Bay, they got candy
Murder rate droppin' 'cause the Raiders got Randy
I spent time in L.A., it's all gravy
But I'd rather be up in the Bay like Al Davis (Ya'mean)
Casual sip fine merlots all day
As I roll through the five boroughs of the Bay

[Chorus: Zumbi]
From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay
Vallejo to the Zay with the spot where you stay
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay
From the O to the 'sco, it's the way that we play
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay
Vallejo to the Zay with the spot where you stay
To the place where we grind all day in the Bay