Bay Classics - Celly Cel

Tribute to the yeah

Bay classics

Tribute to the yeah

Bay classics

Tribute to the yeah

Bay classics

Tribute to the yeah

Bay classics

I’mma Bay, boy

Y’all better know

Ain’t nobody in the industry that’s messing with my flow

Can’t nobody hang with the gang that we chop up

Ridin' with the doors open, smoke the whole block up

Man, put the Glock up

We having fun tonight

Ain’t nobody gettin' killed, ain’t gone be no fist fight

Ay did he say that?

You wanna know why?

Cuz we about to get high

As a kite, off the purp pill

Move in slow motion baby, listening to Cel

Off the cannibus I must and yeah I can bust, with the best of em' leaving the

rest of em' in dust

New or old Bay everybody wanna fuss

When we all come together and reppin', now that’s a plus

Too $hort, The Frontline, 40, the Keek, Yukmouth to Messy, we all got heat

On CDs all around the world

You might see me creeping with your favorite girl

Sideways, to the homie Forty Water spot down the highway

Hit this little shorty, she hot

Like Tabasco, we undercover like Donnie Brasco

Hope nobody see me, that’s why I be movin' fast though

Past yo neighborhood and past yo residence

To the Ambassador’s Lounge for dead presidents

And the super don’t gimme no bammer man

The Bay go wild so we better bring the cameraman

To get the action, sorry Ms. Jackson

Don’t blame me cause your little girl mackin'

Mo' than me see, she like breezys

Seen her at the club and the girl off the heezy

Droppin' it like it’s hot, makin' em' want her

They all up on it, your little girl is gone and, uh

Game recognize game in the Bay, man

Do it big or go home we don’t play, man

Where we stay man, it’s based on the convo

Coming up and dippin' on new cars in the condo

Unemployed, but we ball like the big boys

From the scraper to the Benz, we got big toys

Switch from the tall can to the genie bottle

We do it moving in the Yay man, full throttle

Go, get silly to this

All the motorcycle clubs pop a wheelie to this

We having a party in memory of Machiavelli

2Pac was the homie, had love for Celly

Pour out a little liquor for the fallen soldiers

In the Bay, rap game, man we all gon' hold ya, down

It’s one nation and one team

Not the new or the old, it’s the Bay, yadadamean?

Yadadadig?

Ever since we was kids, had visions of makin' money and tryin' to do it big

Visions of cash, cars, clothes, and videos

Platinum cards, mini mansions, yeah gimme those

Bad breezys, something to pop a bottle with

Dime pieces, top notches, model chicks

Hood rats and D girls, I love em' all

For sending packages and taking our Collect calls

Til' we touch down then it’s like

Where it’s at, where the purp, where the yak, where the thizz, where they at?

What it do, yadadamean?

Yeah, Bay talk

What it is cuzcuz?

Nah, it ain’t the Bay fault

Everybody wanna G like us

Soaking up the Bay game trying to be like us

Talk like, act like, look like players in the Bay

But our game way too tight