E-40, Too $hort - Street Money lyrics

So many hun'eds, man, this bitch won't fold
(Won't fold)
I make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
I'm a corner boy standin' by the liquor store
(The liquor store)
Summertime big bread outta control
(Outta control)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money) street money, street money
We get street money (Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)

My nigga sittin' in the penitentiary
Blame it on an all-white jury
Mistaken identity
Right? 'Cause all blacks look alike
Every time I look in the mirror
I look at the struggle
I trip off myself like "What?"
Shootin' my dice and rollin' my weed
We huddled up in a hut
Conversatin' and congregatin'
Me and my block baboons
Choppin' it up and marinatin' on
What's the next moves
Should I try another field
Or should I continue to sell wind chill
Live on the hill like Neil
Diamond and get my scrill
I ain't ever, cashed a check in my life
I wanted the fast quarter
All my spots in my bitch's name
Pay my bills in money orders
I came in the game on empty
Left out the game with plenty
Clean as fuck on skinny
Own a KFC or a Denny's
That's the plan of every black man that
Been sold a dream or two
I wanna walk in his steps
But, I can't fit in his shoe
I'm walkin' into the liquor
Gangsta want me to buy him a brew
A pack of swishers and some Newports
I told him "I used to be just like you"

So many hun'eds, man, this bitch won't fold
(Won't fold)
I make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
I'm a corner boy standin' by the liquor store
(The liquor store)
Summertime big bread outta control
(Outta control)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money) street money, street money
We get street money (Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)

When it's all about money and sex
I'm a psychic i put it up for sale and
Let the next man buy it
I'm in love with the hustle
When I add it all up i need storage space
I didn't know I had all this stuff
I'm always spendin' money 'cause I
Make so much of it
It's good pussy, all I wanna do is fuck it
Quick paper, I get it all the time
You can talk shit later
I spend it if it's mine
I make my money double on a whole new level
It's trouble, I love it, but I don't love you
Don't lose your fuckin' mind, just stay cool
It's not the end of the world
I gotta stay full and it's all dirty
'cause it came from the streets
You can call my girls
And run some game on them freaks
It's in your budget if it's not
Don't touch it i'm all about them ducats

So many hun'eds, man, this bitch won't fold
(Won't fold)
I make a ho walk in 20 below (20 below)
I'm a corner boy standin' by the liquor store
(The liquor store)
Summertime big bread outta control
(Outta control)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money) street money, street money
We get street money (Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)
Street money, street money, street money
(Street money)