Текст песни Northern California (San Quinn) с переводом

Yah, yah it’s northern California cranking off the hook

Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look

Too short 85, girl that’s your life smoking on that glass pipe

Had me paying attention my cousin loosing weight fast

Like apartments crooked in Lakeview, Grandma stayed across the street

Playing hoop in the gym when I heard the Cougar speak

Voice deep spitting rap said he was rolling dip and sick

Snake skin on top of the vill and that was eighty six

I was nine, then came eighty nine

Then came Richey Rich and d-loc

Oakland’s 415

Groupie ass bitch tried to get a baller from the sideshow

And tried to be apart of MC Hammer’s stage show

Hammer had MTV locked before Nelly and Will

I’m telling you this is real

He sold seventeen mil

Digital Underground Money B, Fuse, and Shock

Refuel the rap world by introducing Pac

From the same spot slang rocks wrote raps on the same soil

Check the next verse I’ll spit more game for you

It’s Northern California cranking off the hook

Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look

They juke, hit banks and rank high in the pen

Rest in peace to every one that’s not here

Richey Rich got cracked early nineties with a half a thing

Heavy in that rap game still getting that dough

MC Hammer bought helicopters from the cops from the O Probably pushing that shit (shhhh), probably keeping it low

Mac Dre put Vallejo on the map first in the bay

You can tell me something good, if you know what to say

A Richmond cat named Filthy Phil made player hating a statement

Then he got even more famous

When he gave it to a cop trying to stop him

On some true bay thug shit, pulled his shit quick and popped him

I watch him on America’s Most

I watch him put out a tape called the Manhunt and the nigga got ghost

Mac Dre still doing his thang, instead his Romper Room gang

Was robbing banks, media tried to ruin his name

Got convicted seven year in the feds

And about this time started writing them rhymes

And about this time the year was ninety one

I’m in the studio laying raps only for fun

Selling crack doing strong armed robberies at ATM’s

Ninth grade high school always in the gym

My verses getting props in the bleachers

Spitting verbal heaters finna be on the shelf next season

Check the next verse I got more to say

About the real element going down in the bay

Northern California where the rappers crooks

Rappers locked down for years got they fame took

We made game made niggaz put the world in fear

You better know that it’s real out here

Spice One ninety one ninety two had the east bay shining

Spitting about that killing that jacking and that grinding

Then came 40 I’m tired of being stepped on Mr. Flamboyant, here our respect come

Tupac dropped Tupacalypse now nine one

Brenda got a baby girl my age had a son

Real shit from a real nigga who ya’ll mocked

Real game from a real place it’s about to be hot

Since Too Short we sold tapes out of the trunk

And we never gave parties without having funk

It was 40 and the click, Dru Down and the Luniz

Too Short and the Dangerous Crew, here come the City

JT and the GLP, RBL Posse, Cougnut, Cellski, and IMP

X-raided out in Sac, Brother Lynch, and C-Bo

Totally Insane, Shawn from Palo Alto

Murder capitol nineteen ninety two

You niggaz perpetrate the rhymes I rap are true

One cat on Rap-A-Lot named C from the East-O

The bay was on fire recognize it my people

Had deals on the table another verse to write

Let the world know the bay is worthy of the hype

From the bay to Sac, I testify on this track

So we can get back on track as I spit these raps

It’s Northern California cranking off the hook

Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look

They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen

Rest in peace to every one that’s not here

X-Raided went to jail, for killing somebody’s momma

Up in Sac, with that blood and crip drama

Forty selling thousands of records got a deal with Jive

Worth about three point five

Don’t give me no bammer weed

We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC

See bone and AWOL playing with change ya’ll

Trips to Atlanta, twenty deep on the plane dog

JT hooked four up with EMI

We sat back for a year and we seen him fly

Tupac sentenced for rape in ninety four

After being shot in skantless ass New York

Master P emerging hard up out of Richmond

Playing real tuff but he’s only a sixth man

Luniz really put your eyes on him

When they dissed him on the flip side of five on it GLP signed in ninety five along with Master P Things about to change fast as can be Short gave a picnic in Fairfield

Niggaz busting a thousand people trying to find a shield

Death Row and Southern Cal running the rap game

Niggaz got big deals (while) we fucking off big change

C-Bo in and out of jail parole violating and such

The whole nation is biting our stuff

Farrakhan million man march

Half a million guns spark

Tupac released on bail Shug Knight bought him

He told us the east would hate instead of jocking our style

On radio shows, commercials knocking us down

In the City RBL signed a deal at the end of the nine fifth

Then Mister C from RBL was shot dead

January first nineteen ninety six

And they say the bay isn’t sick

Northern California cranking off the hook

Where the rappers are affiliated everywhere you look

They juke, hit banks, rank high in the pen

Rest in peace to the ones that’s not here

Coming strait from Northern California where the rappers crooks

Rappers locked down for years got they fame took

We made dank, made millions put the world in fear

You got to know that it’s real out here

In Northern California???