Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whip swingin' through the cuts, feel the scraper glide,
Ghost ridin' with the homies, reppin' Bay pride.
Side shows lit, tires burnin' up the night,
But the pool hall hustle had me lookin' for a fight.

[Chorus]
From the Bay to the sands, made a man outta me,
Traded sideshow smoke for that Army fatigues.
No more wild nights, now I march to the beat,
Bay blood in my veins, still I stay on my feet.

[Verse 2]
Oakland to the Rich, I was runnin' them blocks,
Grew up on that mob vibe, grindin' for the knots.
From Mac Dre to the turf, we kept it raw,
But the sands called my name, had to answer the law.

[Bridge]
E-40 on the speakers, but now it's boots on the ground,
Hyphy in my soul, but my purpose profound.
Desert heat hit different, ain't no sideshows here,
Just a soldier with a mission, holdin' back the fear.

[Verse 3]
Miss the Bay nights, that foggy cold breeze,
But I carry the Bay with me, like the badge on my sleeve.
Iraq taught me lessons, made the hustle legit,
Still got that Bay flavor, but my mindset switched.

[Chorus]
From the Bay to the sands, made a man outta me,
Traded sideshow smoke for that Army fatigues.
No more wild nights, now I march to the beat,
Bay blood in my veins, still I stay on my feet.