3AM In Oakland ft. Jamel Griot Lyrics

Pass the blunt

You know I love my city but

You know the town don't make no goddamn sense

Got the ratchets over there

The roaches over there

And coaches nowhere

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning

My hungry ass trying to get on man

I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Just got done w a show and

Got my niggah Taz and we flow

It's 3 am up in Oakland

MOS DEF!

The clock strut 3am in the land of condemn

I'm this jungle we call the town in the city of sin

Where niggahs start packing 9's by the time they run 10

And by the time they 18 they locked up In The Penn

Age twenty one most niggahs don't expect to still live

The murder rate will have you petrified to cross the bay bridge

Smoking granddaddy while they wildin off of some pills

Cause if you get cause slipping in these streets you bound to get killed

Beware of niggahs that's creeping late night on the block

Cause that's the same type of shit that got jacks man popped

Oakland streets will swallow you in just as quicker than quicksand

If you wanna survive than have an army of hit men

Walking into another block is like crossing the border

Sneaking across without a passport will get you slaughtered

Its 3 in the morning and the hood Is running with marauders

Bloodstains the street pussy and drugs is on the corner

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning

My hungry ass trying to get on man

I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Just got done w a show and

Got my niggah Taz and we flow

It's 3 am up in Oakland

Was hannin, let's get shit cracking

Juice crew and mercer, we be the caption

You got my boys laughing like you lacking on the fashion

I'm in the studio, like I'm trying to pay my taxes

I wrote this song while I was house sitting

Sitting in Bushrod, off McAuley reminiscing

On them days I went to Claremont

Had to walk to school w my sister and when I was there now

Niggah I was scared out my mind

I tell my niggah keys I need a beat he like time

I need an ambient blooper so I can free my mind

He make it then I take it then we flip it like a dime

If you a subliminal I suck at taking signs

You might as well tell me my niggah

My niggah came in the office and he smelling like liquor

Crack a smile, cause I know, that's go be me later

But don't be a hater, it's 3 am get yo wake up

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning

My hungry ass trying to get on man

I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Just got done w a show and

Got my niggah Taz and we flow

It's 3 am up in Oakland

Take it back to that old school

New school I deals, still keeping the old rules

Let's take it back before the ghostwriting where they came original

Before the flashy material when they was spitting lyrical

Take it back to them love days

Back, when it was an honor just to show your love ways

Let's take it back to the unity, standing up for you and me

Black power fist in the air like I was Huey P

Take it back to the elements Of hip hop

Knowledge is the key, but you wonder why we forgot

Let's take it back to intellect let's take it to graffiti

Let's take it back to where we was freestyling on the corner selling CDs

Take it back to the hood

Where we seek to understand, before we be understood

let's take it back to the ghetto, let's give hope to the hopeless

Let's take it back to the block, let's take this shit back to Oakland

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Bruh we ain't sleep, we ain't yawning

My hungry ass trying to get on man

I'm up past 3 o'clock up in Oakland

It's 3 o'clock in the morning

Just got done w a show and

Got my niggah Taz and we flow

It's 3 am up in Oakland

Aye, ooh, Aye, ooh

Aye, ooh, Aye, ooh

Aye, ooh, Aye, ooh

Aye, ooh, Aye, ooh