Jt The Bigga Figga – Bay Area Playaz Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, what’s up, man?
To all my Bay Area muthaf**kin’ playas, mayne
I wanna send a shout out and just say ‘one love’ to all y’all, mayne
Keep pimpin’ a hoe
Nevertheless, though, it’s that JD muthaf**ka comin’ strictly outta Fillmoe, mayne
And y’all gon’ love me when I drop this new shit
I’m still milking y’all like cereal, nigga, E.N.E.S.E.A.T

[Verse 1: Seff tha Gaffla]
Financial status for Seff is looking slim
Should I grab the sack, post up over by the gym?
Every day that I maintain, evil thoughts pollute my brain
Should I grab the mic or should I go and grab the ‘caine?
True to the game, so many know of my authority
Straight up out the left, it’s Get Low Playaz less Priority
San Francisco, Cali, FilthyMoe, that is my area
Tryna gain some stripes with the strike and I’ma bury ya

[Verse 2: Ant D.O.G.]
Now I’ve been f**kin’ around with these Bay Area players for quite some time
That nigga peepin’ the game, about my fetti, and I ain’t getting bigger
In the industry, they’ll remember when I spark
Ant D.O.G. in your deck while you chillin’ at the park
Ain’t it wasn’t no lying the way I defined a hustler
A nigga that’s deep on game, Northern Bay ballin’ bubbler
Ain’t it a shame how their game stay the same
Along with these real niggas ’cause only them fakers change

[Verse 3: Ray Luv]
Define me as a hustler, mayne, young nigga in the game
Selling better than cocaine, I put that on my family name
Other players did the same
Made some mail, ghetto fame
Wanna plea, who’s to blame? Now they found ain’t nothing changed
Niggas out to flip it quick ’cause ain’t no time just to kick it
If she can’t make them riches, y’all best shake them bitches
Hustle cash, dividends, buy that house you living in
Young Ray Luv, LC and Bay Area player ’til the end, nigga

[Verse 4: Pizzo]
Well, if you did not know, the Heatman’s gon’ wreck shop
Keep on dropping this until I get all my props
From the East O, Killa Cali, where dope fiends will rock you
And leave you shot in the alley, ’cause ain’t no time to play
In the vicinity of the Bay
Area playas and Pizzo smoke nothing but indo stuffed in a green leaf Vega
Comin’ out the Bay, we got those players and those player haters, biatch

[Verse 5: Mac Mall]
Night and day, I think about money to make
Pimp shit raps and mac beat breaks
Daytons and Vogues, scandalous hoes
Bitches when they see me getting freaky at shows
Young niggas like myself getting major paid
P.H.’n ass bustas with their scandalous ways
Messy muthaf**kas spreading rumors
And them punk police that be lovin’ to do ya
I wonder why they wanna shut me down
Jealousy is like a doozy running through my town
You could bet your life that a sucker gon’ save her
How can you say you got game and you be hatin’ a player?

[Verse 6: JT the Bigga Figga]
Straps on top of straps to get your money on
Overcoming obstacles so we could carry on
Game tight when things get hectic
Coming up so fast, so unexpected

[Verse 7: Trev G]
In Fillmore, Cali, we maneuver to pursue the top notch status
Which consist of living lavish, it’s some suckers and some savages
The savages is having it, establisihing their paper
From slanging crack to pulling jacks and even major capers
No one’s catching the vapors
Came up in the game and flipped some thangs
And dissed you player haters who can’t maintain but still they claim
They top notch, equivalent to highest?
Yo, Trev the G from the KLP is among the nation’s finest

[Verse 8: The Delinquents]
Delinquents, outta control, going nation
Predicted by radio station but destined to be the shit on compilation
You gots to be about your scrilla, but niggas ain’t never came realer
Than them dank or die killers
And the niggas in the Bay, they feel us
Simp ass pimp on a punk ass bitch
Quick to shelter two hoe shit
Heater light your ass like BIC
Then take your broads ’cause it’s the shit
It’s Delin-Q-U-E-N-T, we’re flossing major
It’s the East Oakland flavor, kicking it with Get Low Playaz

[Verse 9: Master P]
Well, it’s that TRU player Master P
Kickin’ it in Fillmoe with that young nigga JT
I’m from the Rich, got the town
Where them niggas smoke weed and get danked out
They gets mad ’cause I’m rich and famous
Riding on Daynas but P’s still a f**kin’ gangsta
Cuttin’ up ki’s in the kitchen
Counting riches, and f**kin’ bitches

[Verse 11: JT the Bigga Figga]
Elevate after I meditate, now watch you get blazed
Contemplated ’bout my scrilla so I had to paid
It don’t matter, so get to the spot and I might get wit’cha
Get ’em up from the back, I’m the one with the sack
So take that f**kin’ picture
So I can hit ya, millimeter-meter, you know they won’t stop playin’
Mini-Mac 10, you might not wanna take that ride because they ready to lay ya
Because these niggas from the Bay don’t play
We gots to get our paper each and every f**kin’ day

[Verse 12: Black C]
See, it’s the nigga with the gat blastin’, checking cash in
But right now a nigga flashin’
Thinkin’ about them bustas, hoe trusters, infiltrators
Mack killer player haters
See, I got that Glock that go pop when a nigga like blast, nigga
My shit hit like the muthaf**kin’ Task, nigga
Ask my homie JT
Can you fade me when a nigga like workin’ with .380?

[Verse 13: JT the Bigga Figga]
Kickin’ up the dust but on the daily I bust
Whenever the microphone disperses, we game tight with verses
Rehearse this for factors, dispose of these jackers
These hard times, these actors
Chapters to make me smack the
Checks break necks and run in the ‘jects, pack TECs
And cover their bets, no sweats
And rippin’ the sets now best
You can get yourself together, whatever
‘Cause players in the Bay, we stick together on a muthaf**kin’ daily
Biatch!

Nipsey Hussle Speaks On Reporter Darysa Bashing Diddy

Nipsey Hussle is among a handful of celebrities reacting to a Bay Area reporter who slandered Diddy.

On Sunday, Diddy announced on social media that he would like to buy the Carolina Panthers after the team went up for sale. The team is reportedly valued at around $2.3 billion, but that’s besides the point. Colin Kaepernick and Steph Curry responded to Diddy’s tweet saying that they want in on his pitch for ownership. Bay Area reporter, Darya Folsom, aired a segment about Diddy’s ambition on her show where she pretty much laughed at the music mogul and that didn’t sit well for a lot of folks including Nipsey Hussle.

“I’m offended to my core,” Nipsey wore. “And both these clowns can’t even pay the water bill at one of @diddy estates…but THEY CANT TAKE HIM SERIOUS? “He looked like he jus finished Drinking a 40?” You talking bout a owner of a vodka company! “I don’t even know what he does” @forbes do tho. “You gotta stay in yo comfort zone”? That’s the mentality of a FAILURE!! U Never speak when you This STUPID AND OUT THE LOOP OF REALITY!!! @diddy I HOPE THEY MOTIVATED U EVEN MORE AND WHEN U BECOME THE 1st Blac @NFL owner we gone only wear Yo team jerseys and make sure u get a super bowl trophy!!! F*cc these b**ches and this whole way of thinking.”

#NipseyHussle has a quick message for the reporters that tried to downplay #Diddy becoming an #NFL team owner

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Dec 18, 2017 at 8:57pm PST

Folsom’s action infuriated a lot of Diddy’s fans who also reacted on Twitter. “Darya Folsom out here clowning Diddy in the news like she won’t be out of a job if he just makes one phone call lol,” one fan tweeted while another added, “@DaryaKRONFolsom @diddy The levels of Disrespect, Ignorance, Middle school aged immaturity and Hate from Darya Folsom and The Radio Guy is So Effing!! F**ked Up!”

I would like to buy the @Panthers. Spread the word. Retweet!

— Diddy (@Diddy) December 18, 2017

Diddy is almost worth 820 million dollars his companies over 2 billion but white people still talk about him like he’s a hoodrat, not a multimillionaire business man who continues to top each year with the most money made by any other entertainer. Shows how white people view us. pic.twitter.com/JSw0NHAFUU

— Tommy Rosiers (@tommyrosiers) December 18, 2017

Darya Folsom out here clowning Diddy in the news like she won’t be out of a job if he just makes one phone call lol

— saloua (@s__amara) December 18, 2017

Yo the level of disrespect that Darya Folsom and company just showed @Diddy on her wack ass show was not even necessary

— Lando? (@_Travisorlando) December 18, 2017

Berner – Addict

[Intro: Berner]
Shit
Uh
You know the big Bay Area’s in the building
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I’m addicted to the game

[Verse 1: Berner]
The finer things in life
Gotta stress ’em, fuck greed
All black everything, I’m rich off weed
Big money deals, got us all switchin’ teams
Digital scales, I don’t rock the triple beam
In and out of town, yeah, I’m here for a night
Cali roll at the stop sign, I’m runnin’ through the lights
The streets need Bern, they fuckin’ with the price
Fuck your lil grow spot, I get a couple off a light
I used to cut the white, yeah, I played with the cris
It’s the Bay Area, I still break a bitch
I’mma Frisco cat, I will die for my city
You know that Girl Scout and that Pie in my city
The Y get me dizzy, I get high with the hippy’s
Acid drops on my tongue, like I’m in the 60’s
We be really outside if they tryin’ to hit me
They gon’ get shot at
I hope they all die with me

[Hook: Berner]
They say the money changed me, but I could never change
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
And when the money comes and they get to actin’ strange
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
He said he sent it out, but the package never came
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I be poppin’ champagne and smokin’ new strains
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game

[Verse 2: Berner]
Too much drama on my phone
Shit’s crazy, fuck greed
They be trippin’ off money like they don’t touch cheese
Back to back Euros, throw a hunnit’ to a fiend
More holes in the yard ’cause these hundreds aren’t clean
Smokin’ on Gelato while we down from the lean
He poured the whole bottle like he tryin’ to O.D
Stars on my roof, yeah, I gave away the Benz
Gang politics tryna’ take away my friends
A hundred thousand on the field, on the table I’mma fool
I been rich, I’m just tryna’ play it cool
About to make a move, burn a quick eighty bands
All my ladies dance and love takin’ xan’s
We fit plenty in them vans, I’m in Humboldt trimmin’ plants
Up and down the 101, drivin’ careful as I can
Yeah, with the weed I’m the man
I bought a hundred P’s when I got my advance

[Hook: Berner]
They say the money changed me, but I could never change
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
And when the money comes and they get to actin’ strange
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
He said he sent it out, but the package never came
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game
I be poppin’ champagne and smokin’ new strains
Yeah
I’m addicted to the game

Taylor Gang – For The Low

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

Berner – For The Low (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie