Mr. Marcelo, Z-Ro - I'm a Street Nigga lyrics
[Mr. Marcelo, Z-Ro - I'm a Street Nigga lyrics]
I'm a street nigga
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet nigga
Ery'time I get drove
They bring out the white sheets nigga
Ain't nothing, weak around here
Fuck over me
If you wanna go to sleep around here
I'm a street nigga
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet nigga
I'll blow your ass away, if you reach nigga
Y'all, don't want none my nigga Mr marcelo
Repping that 'Nolia he ain't
Never been no hoe
I'm Young 'Celo, ghetto real smooth criminal
Five foot six from the bricks
Bitch I been a fool
Been a jacker been a hustler, been a soldier
And ain't shit changed
You could catch me in the 'Nolia
Snow for the low
You can get it for the retail
Anything I can't move, I re-cook and re-sell
G'eah, I keep my mind on my grind
And my nine in my waist
In case I see a funny sign
You know, cause my eyes stay open
For you niggas who be scoping
When I'm floating through the city
Young 'Celo, puffing on sticky
Sipping on Henny, nigga toting one-fitty
Come get with me, bitch nigga I dare ya
Homie you're pure pussy
Bitch nigga I smell ya
My pistol ain't with me
Lil' homie it's on me on me in the waist
For you lil' boys trying to harm me
Before I'm caught slipping
Lord catch me with that tommy
I'm in the streets nigga, real deep nigga
Yeah I ride black, ice even round my neck
Black 4-5, black talons up in that
Walk that talk that, spit that kick that
Real shit trill shit
Whenever Brick in this bitch
My hood niggas, say the rap game missed me
But, I beef and make it pop
And lose weight like Missy
I jack niggas for mine
So I get it dirt cheap
Showing move like TI, this did in a week
You can bullshit with rap
If you want to mo'fuckers
I ain't no rapper, homie I'm just a hustler
When Hurricane Katrina came
Blew my hood down
I packed up stacked up, and took it to H Town
Now I get my hustle on, cup full of drank
You don't think that pistol on me
Homie think what you think
But, if I reach for my piece
Somebody gon be laying in the street
And I guaruntee, it won't be me
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet nigga
Ery'time I get drove
They bring out the white sheets nigga
Ain't nothing, weak around here
Fuck over me
If you wanna go to sleep around here
I'm a street nigga
From the top of my head to
The bottom of my feet nigga
I'll blow your ass away, if you reach nigga
Y'all, don't want none my nigga Mr marcelo
Repping that 'Nolia he ain't
Never been no hoe
I'm Young 'Celo, ghetto real smooth criminal
Five foot six from the bricks
Bitch I been a fool
Been a jacker been a hustler, been a soldier
And ain't shit changed
You could catch me in the 'Nolia
Snow for the low
You can get it for the retail
Anything I can't move, I re-cook and re-sell
G'eah, I keep my mind on my grind
And my nine in my waist
In case I see a funny sign
You know, cause my eyes stay open
For you niggas who be scoping
When I'm floating through the city
Young 'Celo, puffing on sticky
Sipping on Henny, nigga toting one-fitty
Come get with me, bitch nigga I dare ya
Homie you're pure pussy
Bitch nigga I smell ya
My pistol ain't with me
Lil' homie it's on me on me in the waist
For you lil' boys trying to harm me
Before I'm caught slipping
Lord catch me with that tommy
I'm in the streets nigga, real deep nigga
Yeah I ride black, ice even round my neck
Black 4-5, black talons up in that
Walk that talk that, spit that kick that
Real shit trill shit
Whenever Brick in this bitch
My hood niggas, say the rap game missed me
But, I beef and make it pop
And lose weight like Missy
I jack niggas for mine
So I get it dirt cheap
Showing move like TI, this did in a week
You can bullshit with rap
If you want to mo'fuckers
I ain't no rapper, homie I'm just a hustler
When Hurricane Katrina came
Blew my hood down
I packed up stacked up, and took it to H Town
Now I get my hustle on, cup full of drank
You don't think that pistol on me
Homie think what you think
But, if I reach for my piece
Somebody gon be laying in the street
And I guaruntee, it won't be me