8Ball, MJG, Bun B - The Streets lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, Bun B - The Streets lyrics]
Off brand niggas we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz
You ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suit's
Niggas be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and
All the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute
They just know I got some loot grippin wood
Lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin
Like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day
That's what ghetto niggas do hustle hard
Spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they
Be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype
And everybody know it's on
When my work hit's the street watch
How quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but
Catch 'em full of zones
When my work hit's the street watch
How quick that shit be gone, nigga
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice
Whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need
Man we got it all)
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice
Whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need
Man we got it all)
I'm just a street nigga I keep
My heat under the seat
If a bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on
Y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggas come
From it but can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga
My seat used to hit it when I didn't
Have no wheels to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with
No regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids
Nigga you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was
Takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
And what I gotta give in to motherfuckers
Who willin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin'
Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen
Pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the
Yea come on street niggas, street niggas
We sittin' on leathers and
We grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood
(Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it still all good
(Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood
(Streets is watchin')
What can I say about these
Streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much cuz where I
From niggas ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes
And Baume and Mercier watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on
These corners where ballin niggas floss on
Haters get tossed on
5-0 get and out of towners get robbed
And drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change
Nigga show me
Obviously you don't know me It's
Time that you learned
Niggas that try to hold me on my grind
They get burned i'm down from PA, Man -
West side to the east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, fool you want some love
Ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with Pimp C
UGK be goin harder
Catch up with ya kind cuz
You ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like Gucci suit's
Niggas be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and
All the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute
They just know I got some loot grippin wood
Lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin
Like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day
That's what ghetto niggas do hustle hard
Spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they
Be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype
And everybody know it's on
When my work hit's the street watch
How quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but
Catch 'em full of zones
When my work hit's the street watch
How quick that shit be gone, nigga
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice
Whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need
Man we got it all)
Street niggas (keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice
Whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
Sticky weed, whatever ya need
Man we got it all)
I'm just a street nigga I keep
My heat under the seat
If a bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on
Y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggas come
From it but can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga
My seat used to hit it when I didn't
Have no wheels to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with
No regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids
Nigga you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was
Takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
And what I gotta give in to motherfuckers
Who willin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin'
Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, look and listen
Pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the
Yea come on street niggas, street niggas
We sittin' on leathers and
We grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood
(Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it still all good
(Streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood
(Streets is watchin')
What can I say about these
Streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much cuz where I
From niggas ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes
And Baume and Mercier watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on
These corners where ballin niggas floss on
Haters get tossed on
5-0 get and out of towners get robbed
And drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change
Nigga show me
Obviously you don't know me It's
Time that you learned
Niggas that try to hold me on my grind
They get burned i'm down from PA, Man -
West side to the east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, fool you want some love
Ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with Pimp C
UGK be goin harder