Young Bishop – I Do It For The Bay lyrics
Chorus (x2)
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop on the mic,
And I’m sippin Roseau,
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop RUN the mic,
Northbound on the freeway
Verse 1
Cuz I’m back again, ready to attack again,
Im in dat black Cadillac, with the rack in hand,
And I’m never going to stop you better understand,
Im the man with the plan, never over ran,
Better take a stand, before I throw in the dice
And put a price on your life, cuz its time to think twice,
Are you naughty or nice, you pick the gun or the knife,
Like noodles or rice, you picking rats over mice,
So Imma keep preaching until my last breath,
And Imma keep reaching until my last step,
Last rest, last stress, no more time for chess,
Cuz underneath the chest, is where you find the stress,
(Break) Take a guess, no more mess, cuz I’m finished here,
I never tint my fear, never ever shed a tear,
Resolutions every day, is what you’ll find this year,
Leading off the pier, while I’m quickly switching gears,
(pause)
But leading can lead to a coffin,
Often live life in exhaustion, sold at an auction,
Keep walking,
But proceed with cation, cuz I’m stalking,
But leading can lead to a coffin,
Just keep walking
Chorus (x2)
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop on the mic,
And I’m sippin Roseau,
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop RUN the mic,
Northbound on the freeway
Verse 2
On the freeway, leaving no leeway,
Never gave a fuck about that he say, she say,
Speaking on three way, Leading on prepay,
My life is a speedway, over time on weekdays,
Keep it on replay, when I’m in your mind,
Stop the screenplay, never write a line,
And Im spittin it foul, cuz its off the mind,
They say an eye for an eye,
Leaves the whole world blind,
In time what we find
Is we living life colorblind,
Students become the mastermind,
Time to shine, grow a spine,
Combine the match with that turpentine,
And remember what it WAS AS it burns inside,
Its time to fly, so stand up and spread your wings,
Truth be told, its unknown what the future brings,
All i know is its over when the lady sings,
Thats not enough i want to hear that fat bitch scream,
Missing out when I’m in my dreams,
Catch me on the scene,
Like a fiend, In a limousine,
Addicting like that nicotine,
Never stop cuz my intentions are clear,
To the top, with misconceptions of fear,
My inhibitions to cheer, and I’m leading you here,
TO THE BAY (x2)
Chorus (x2)
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop on the mic,
And I’m sippin Roseau,
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop RUN the mic,
Northbound on the freeway
Verse 3
Its time to smash out, dash out,
Cash out, from the block to the top,
With that fast rout,
For the guap, i represent,
Sem city in the streets they call me president,
Heaven sent, is what the telling me,
Im in the court with the judge facing felonies,
But what better be, the better of me,
When you see me in the Bay, counting my G’s,
Accounting for fiends,
While you doubting my dreams, but who really knew,
That my dreams would come true,
I’m paying my dues, i’m playing with tools,
I’m saying the rules, I’m raising the news,
Its what i do every day,
For the Bay is where i lay, x2
(pause) So I’m holding it down,
Welcome to the Town, where my people,
Wear the crown,
And what i haven’t seem to found, is the key to my sound,
Account for the clowns, that be feeling me now, x2
(pause)And I’m vicious, with the ambition,
Never stray from the mission,
I need to find wisdom, to take the game over,
Chillin in a Rover, its motor, is roarin,
Or like a bird I’m soaring,
Keep scoring, You boring,
I can’t wait to be touring,
Stop snoring, if you sleeping on me,
Cuz i be REAPING the SHEETS,
And BE leading the STreesTs,
IN THE season of HEAT,
Because the KINGS need to eat,
And the FIENDS NEVER sleep,
Give the doggy his treat,
WATCH him jump to his feet,
Or maybe rush to his seat,
Because he’s claiming defeat,
But defeat is not an option,
Keep walking with cation,
When you in Oakland,
The victim of yoking,
Side showin, no joking,
We tokin, thats smokin,
The game seems to be broken,
But i can make repairs,
Even when I’m OUT, when you need me
I WAS THERE,
Put a blunt in the air, for my niggaz that are gone,
Big Larry he there, i know he slappin my song,
And I’m getting it on, Cuz the BAY IS MY THROWN…!!
Chorus (x3)
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop on the mic,
And I’m sippin Roseau,
HA, HA,
I do it for the Bay, Young Bishop RUN the mic,
Northbound on the freeway