Chords for Lateef the Truthspeaker "Oakland" ft. Del The Funky Homosapien & The Grouch

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[B] I ain't fucking with y'all man.
I ain't doing that.
Y'all man.
[A] Man that blue out here man.
_ That blue out [B] here.
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[A] mean I guess I'm used to it.
I'm used to it. _ _
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[B] .
home was the revolutionaries,
No tourists, [A] concrete bumps up against the forest
Your girlfriend on the chorus, your uncle on the guitar
[B] It's one of the few cities bloods and crips couldn't crack
Church players snatched up to play for Janet Jackson
[A] Everybody's hustling, weather cracked Cannabis froze off their back or a professional racket
[Bm] Home of the master debt and tall paper
[B] Benzes, dealers, old schools and [A] scrapers Flat lands to kill the doctor, the Fed because
Everywhere I go I get bundles of fame, [Bm] love
You got good raps, good girls that talk back [B] You got corporate business women, freaky in the sack
[A] White, black, everything in between Wrapped up in one tight package, it's that thin
So [Bm] we packin'
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[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ I [A] mean, you know, you know, you know what I'm saying
You know [B] like, uh, uh, Diesel, I'm an open waiter
Promote my flavor so it float my [A] favor
And you better get some game real quick
Cause lame brains get stripped out here, it's real [B] sick
And fools be trying to clown, but not when I'm around
And drug seeds begin, we gon' find [A] some now Fool around and wound up with a doozy
The next thing you knew, y'all was lighting up a [Bm] juvie
I got sick day, _ [B] sick day, [A] I got sick day, I got sick day, [F#] I got sick day, _ _ _ [A]
I got sick day, I got sick day
_ Sick day
[F#] I come from the planet of Oakland We got our own slang, [B] old twang that's spoken
And it don't matter what race you are Everybody pulling strings like a bass guitar
Oakland is proud, Oakland has got hustle The town have got art and talent by the [A] busloads
AC Transit, it's in my transcripts I got Everett and Joan in my [B] home
From world fair shit to sideshow antics I remember Eastmont Mall, the ferry man [A] trips
Al Ballard, Cindy Night Doggy Images clear but Chef Skyline [B] foggy
The vibe on me, hella raw See I grew up with Ulysses, Sun, Nairo, and Mate
Back then too [A] short was God to me If you come from the O, you already know
[B] _ Sick day, _ _ _ _ _
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[F#] _ _ day, _ _ _ I got sick day, I got sick day, I got sick day, I _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ got sick [Bm] day
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