E-40 - T-Shirt, Blue Jeans Nikes lyrics

My family roll thick like
Syrup and milkshakes
Transporting weight from the south
To the Golden State
Swingin' figure 8's, burnin' rubber
It's hypo
In the middle of the intersection tryin'
To start up a sideshow
My mind go in other places
Cats don't speak on
Serve raw and uncut for you
Niggas to tweak on i click on suckas 'cause
They come out rappin'
So imagine whats gon' happen when
I catch you in traffic
Who sell the most records in the Bay? (You?)
Independently (You?) No video or radio play (You?)
It's been 86 murders since the start of 2002
When niggas bang turfs for the work
Not that red and blue
And every single block is a street
Where niggas holdin' it down 'cause
You know we gotta eat
They call me Keak Sneak
But my real name is Kunta Kinté
B-O W-E-N, mayne
My nigga told me don't be scared
'Cause, I'mma run the streets just like
T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Stay strapped with the 4-5
I wish a nigga would try

Let me at 'em, Keak
Styles so unique and exquisite
Gift of gab, and I spit it
I'm off this gunji, my ninja
I'm so damn twisted from smokin'
So much turtle I'm spliffed
Went to court and got acquitted
The other day ago
So I was up perkin' early in the mornin'
Yawnin' off this HIGH SPEED CHASE SHIT!
Dang near caught a case wit' it
Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin' fast
Skeet Skirt in the slow lane, seeing stars
Going against the grain slappin' this shit
THAT'LL fuck WIT YA BRAIN BOY!
This is your brain on thugmode, I suppose
Plenty hoes, pantyhose, five times
Zeniths and Vogues gold
24-inch toes, robbers
Looking out for the hella-kizz noppers
Gettin' my propers, pimp
I'm off the mainline i represent Heavy on
The Grizznind Enter-game-ment bIATCH!
My nigga told me don't be scared
'Cause, I'mma run the streets just like
T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Stay strapped with the 4-5
I wish a nigga would try

I'm in the dope-fiend rental
Tryin' to paint the town
Four-speed Honda Civic and I'm
Breakin' it down
One head light plus I'm ridin' spare
Thermometer say a hundred
I'm takin' him there
It was me and Bra Heff, ridin' and smokin'
Sidin' in Oakland
Finna run it 'cause the A-frame broken
Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max
Came up High Street, stopped on Fairfax
Hit the liquor store, I got to get me a Remy
Copped some light from Lil' O
Forgot the tank on empty
So I hit E-1-4, 'Gimmie 10 on fo'
A box of Philly titans
And a short box of dem 'Ports'
(Muh-muh-more for me) if a nigga don't smoke
Then I knock the baddest hoes when
I ain't on hundred spokes
Gimme head, lemme pokeerrything on him
I know her nigga but she ain't feelin' him

My nigga told me don't be scared
'Cause, I'mma run the streets just like
T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes
Stay strapped with the 4-5
I wish a nigga would try