Leo Mercer, Infamous Taz - 3AM In Oakland 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

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