Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, WC - The Streets (Re-Twist) lyrics

Yeah
Turn the music up a little bit
Uh, yeah, a little bit louder, right there
(In the name of the streets)

Click click, boo ya! Dub kicked the frame in
Nigga, let the games begin
As I stand in
Tossed the tall can on a campus
Out the land of the scandalous
Takin' penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the big body and a big body
With lyrics and 'draulics hotter
Than the Mojave
Sellin', global bailin', career felon
Escalade, 3-braid beard wearin'
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me hog head 'cause
I love the cheese


Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them
Hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the C
I spit in the name of the streets

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gonna rich ride)
I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets

This the itty-bitty nigga from the
City they call LB
What you know about the D-O-G?
I keep my peeps wit' a bag of treats
On the streets my nephews beat that
Beat and keep that heat
In the cut and indiscrete
Me and Dub-C crippin' cousins
In this industry
A lot of y'all pretend to be
Wanna 'ce' friends wit' me
And then wanna sleep wit the enemy?
Want some, get some, bad enough take some
Suckas poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one
Break son, make done, don't want none
And just 'cause we talkin'
What you doin' C-walking?
It's not just a dance, it's a way of living
Now if ya C-walking
Ya best to 'ce' Crippin'
And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers
Nigga, quit Crip walking if
You ain't a gangbanger

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gonna rich ride)
I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets

I told a woman I don't love
Her but she wants to go
I told another that I want her
But she wants to hoe
I ain't a hater
I'm a player so I fucked 'em both
In the name of the streets

This is for them G niazz
Dub-S and my East niazz
Both side street niazz
This is for them DJ's coast
To coast movin' this
Spin-ni-nin them turntables that
Bomb Peruvian
Smashous, best trappers for cash and
Dumpin' blunt ashes outta them S-Classes
This is for them riders
Ridin' for them M's
Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims
(uh huh)
Thrashin' ya, back at ya
Bringin' it massive
I drop it on ya drastic, another hood classic
Dump the "Ghetto Heisman"
Seeing "more cabbage"
A street nia livin' on CEO status
Unlock the rack, Def Jam, cock it back
Recess is over, I want my spot back
Who's the next out the city to blow
Coming at 'em
In a Pea coat and Stacy Adams
You're lookin' at 'em

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (Throw my hood up high)
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gonna rich ride)
I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets

Yeahwcthe Ghetto Heisman
(In the name of the streets)
Swingin' through a hood near you
(In the name of the streets)