Plenty of players in the 707 area code Time to put Napa on the map with rap, not wine — this mine, fuck swine! 707, we don’t do the picnic and the glasses We load them hollows, turn this valley into caskets — fuck swine! Yeah, chill, kick back, listen up, I write my own shit Hit the wood, get lit, lean back like Big Joe, get toe-tagged quick Big O packs to twenty-dollar sacks, got bitches with fat racks Legs in the air, on they back, room shakin’ — boom boom, give me room, I’m ’bout to snap I rip the mic like Ike, put the Valley of Grapes on the map Smoke my own vines, got lines for days, Pepsi or Coke, take your pick, I got both kinds Bitches with big behinds twerkin’, bouncin’ that pussy off the dirt I make shit happen, captain — if not, the strap start clappin’ If I don’t get you, I’ll stay up late Your whole family can plead, cry, and debate your fate But I’ma still find you, crush you like a grape That’s fine wine, nikka — fuck them dirty swine pigs cops ops Plenty of players in the 707 area code Time to put Napa on the map with rap, not wine — this mine, fuck swine! 707, we don’t do the picnic and the glasses We load them hollows, turn this valley into caskets — fuck swine! Beautiful out here, y’all come for wine tours and vibes But I’m from where they prey on you, strip you, take what’s yours, no lies We move tight, couple good fellas with them hollow tips Good riddance — play with us, that’s a wrap, close the lid From Napa to Vallejo and back, drive slow through the gauntlet Pigs everywhere, dirty swine, so watch out, stay valid look out for riff raff spliff & mac weed wakk on the next track soon bay area wer we from our home 707 is wer we rome OGs and the youngins, this one for the 707 riders Cousin Bank, Mac Dre, E-40 and the Click, LaRussell, all the riders Beats by Meats, idiotic spaz, Matic brothers at heart Napa on the map, bitch —
