Muthafuckin' lamp Lyrics

Dropped "phoeva" out my name its just Rice now

East Oakland, California, hella NorCal

Hustle... shavin' onions down

Polishin' out college

No Facebook job, but stay gettin' tech dollars

Stay makin' niggas slaps for niggas

That stay slappin' graph stickers on tele-poles

Where grimy niggas kickit

With lit swishers. Filled to the tip with 7up

With a cypress hill filter tip at the other end of it

This NorCal pow wow, I'm kin to it

Everything I rapped on these tracks

I really been through it yo

In real life, I'm stupid ass nice

On the humble if you treat me right

But stupid ass trife if you try me wrong

To the degree of that

Niggas might pull a homi out the hat

Real rap, uh, too much real life for one LP

To keep it 1 hunnit I need to split it in threes

Yup, That's cause we keepin' it lit

And all in the do', all in the do' and lit

Like a muthafuckin' lamp

Like we keepin' it, keep it all in the do'

All in the do' lit like a muthafuckin' lamp

Cause we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do, look, all in the do'

Lit like a motherfuckin lamp

And we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do'

All in the dough lit like a muthafuckin' lamp

Straight out of Compton, SIKE

I'm straight out of Oakland

And this here is finna make yo' night right

I'm super-duper tired of these trappy-ass fake-crappy

808 bullshit raps these fuckin' rappers makin

These modded 909s knock like a Birch St. dope spot

Where the rocks and the cokes hot, true story

I spent hella fuckin' years tryin' to figure out

How others make it

While I'm twice as nice yet still underrated

Like how I'm smart as fuck

But barely graduated high school

On my college dropout shit, Kanye'n

Perhaps if I spent less years in the street

And more in the studio

Toning and honing my craft

To keepin' a hunnit 1's

I'd be like ten steps ahead of the game right now

Uh, I'd be #1, but it's cool though, I got a few Stans

Shout out to my fans

Only reason they fuckin' with yo' mans

That's cause we keepin' it lit

And all in the do', all in the do' and lit

Like a muthafuckin' lamp

Like we keepin' it, keep it all in the do'

All in the do' lit like a muthafuckin' lamp

Cause we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do, look, all in the do'

Lit like a motherfuckin lamp

And we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do'

All in the dough lit like a muthafuckin' lamp

Every time I get a chance to drop turf knowledge

I try to drop it on every itty bitty in my hood

Cause in the 90s, if it wasn't for that East Lake YMCA

On High Street I'd probably be locked in a pen now

Doin' a stretch with my cousins and them lockdown

Or in a cemetery buried six feet in the ground

Cause every turf east of the lake in Oakland

In the 80s and 90s was like the Gulf in Iran, uh

I remember 13, I lost my first homie in his pop shop

Workin' on his Mustang, he got popped

And since then, shit ain't been the same since for me

I know it's past tense

But it's happened hella times since

At times I wonder if I healed from that

Recall stories to this day, I get the chills from that

Life is like an onion out here, hella layers to peel back

That's why niggas relate to that

In real life, peace sign, it's real kites

Yup, That's cause we keepin' it lit

And all in the do', all in the do' and lit

Like a muthafuckin' lamp

Like we keepin' it, keep it all in the do'

All in the do' lit like a muthafuckin' lamp

Cause we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do, look, all in the do'

Lit like a motherfuckin lamp

And we keepin' it, we keepin' it

All in the do'

All in the dough lit like a muthafuckin' lamp