Grindstone - Oh Yeah Lyrics

Hey
You muthaf*ckin hipsters
If you drink heavy, then tip heavy
Throw money at the strippers
And go easy on the tofu
I'm here to give direction
Like Chuck Noll I'll coach you
Soaked up in my seat, adjust the arm on my frames
Peep what's on my feet
Fancy designer names
I've arrived!
My action supports my claims
Gold coins over fame
I ain't about them games
And Uber to the party
Don't f*ck off your whole wallet
We need you to keep it solid
I'm the mentor & the pilot
The Black panthers ain't from Charlotte
When grown folks speak, keep it silent
I'm from Oakland, Bitch!

I'm from Oakland, Bitch

I like my grooves rare
Girls with natural Afros
Gas in the air
To alleviate pain
You're more than your hair
It's my thoughts I share...
Pull up a pillow
Let me dig in to your brain

I keep it holographic
Y'all Neanderthal
Futuristic current
Currency ain't worrying me
Oneness & Abundance, I'm like Santa Clause
I be late to shit but bare gifts
Quit hurrying me!
I'm old school and sexist
Fix me a plate
Baby what's for breakfast?
It's almost lunch, it's late!
Psyche
I'm just addicted to rantin' like this.
Blame it on my birthplace
Oakland, Bitch!

I'm from Oakland, Bitch

In the summertime
The girls are golden
Something's happenin and I'm indulgin'
The Music is mine
Glasshouse on shine
Chrome grill
Choppin game wit a dime
Pull up to the park and then pop the trunk
Don't pull a gat, just mix the juice and get drunk
A block party starts to form
Weather is mellow & warm
Yellow & white stripe tires - the norm
No violence is NEW, but this is nostalgia
A Cutlass yokes at the light next to a Challenger
Burrito trucks
Harley's pull up
Niggas is throwin fits...
I'm from Oakland, Bitch!