Just Like SAC - Jr & Ph7, Chuuwee

Finally out the motherfucking S-A-C, in the 619

Repping Cali and probably rocking five on dime

My niggas circling '86, meet me up from the five

I took a amp-track down, we gon' party tonight

Just another sunny day in California

And Sacramento shit is bugging so I had to get away

But little did I know is that I was destined to find

That the city I retreated to was just like mine

It all started on a Saturday night

I was creaping the mic out in LA, hoes all on my hype

Ab-Joe was at the telly staying in for the night

And PCH and all the homies couldn’t get no rise

The promotion was whack, but it was packing sight

I went first, ain’t nobody was feeling my rhymes

I was all by myself, them other niggas was hype

I couldn’t with to get to the crib and twist a blunt to get high

Because LA, is just like Sac-Town

I said LA, is just like Sac-Town

One more time: LA, is just like Sac-Town

I said LA, is just like Sac-Town

I made my way, back down from LA

To my nigga Bam’s house where we ate and we drank

Buck dank, spit game on the mic, get made

That Cobain, cocaine, we accustomed to slanging

We was in the lab two days straight

When Tuesday came my nigga Bam played a joint from his tape

We was tryna shoot a video and niggas was late

And by the end of the evening, nigga nobody came

It reminded me of home when he told me I was on

People barely showing love and pretend to be along

Like how when I was starting niggas didn’t bump the song

Now they playing old shit like they tryna play along

This type of shit, it happens every day

Sooner or later, I knew it had to come my way

I got a big deal that you try to escape

Nowhere to run when it’s all in your face

Because Santiago, is just like Sac-Town

I said Santiago, is just like Sac-Town

One more time, Santiago, is just like Sac-Town

Santiago, is just like Sac-Town

Every ho is the same, every bitch is a trick

Getting a woman is separated from all that shit

Everywhere a nigga go somebody think he can spit

And every nigga with a nine can flash and pitch

Everybody wanna claim they different from everybody

Everybody do the same shit different, thing about it

Everything came from something

So them niggas who be faking and fronting, you ain’t made of nothing

In Rino, Chico, and even in Bay

Niggas be bored so the only thing they do is get blazed

Bitches be hoard so the only thing they do is get laid

Sipping niggas be mad, but all they know is be late

All we know is get paid so we be running from the duckers

If it’s booty chasing, hit it, don’t call it, my nigga fuck it

Won’t nothing ever stop me from catching my dream

But only blows a motherfucker it seems

Because Rino, is just like Sac-Town

And Chico, is just like Sac-Town

San Francisco, is just like Sac-Town

Every hood in the world y’all, is just like Sac-Town