Yea, turn the music up a little bit Yea, 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 standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus, off the limital Scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie knitted, freshly acquitted Grind, grimey, the big body an' the big body Wit lyrics an' 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade, 3 braid beer wearin' Fuck it, I thug for free an' thug to eat Niggas call me 'Home of Cake' '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 an' slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride 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 o' treats On the streets, my nephews beat your beat an' keep that heat In the Cutt an' indiscrete Me an' Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry A lotta' y'all pretend to be Wanna see, friends wit me an' then sleep wit the enemy? Want some, get some, bad enough, take some Suckas poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one Braids on, make done, don't want none An' just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C walkin'? It's not just a dance, it's a way o' livin' Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see Crippin' An' that goes for kids too an' R an' B singers Nigga, quit Crip walkin' if ya ain't a gang banger I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride 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 geniuz Da best is my East niazz, both sides street niazz This is for them DJs, coast to coast movin' this Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian Smashous, best trap us for cash An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta the mix classes This is for them riders, ridin' for the mims Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims Thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa' Got droppin' on your drastic, another hood classic Dub the 'Ghetto Heisman' singin' 'More cabbage' A street niazz livin' on seek an' kill status Unlock the racked, Def Jam cock ya' back Recess is over, I want my spot back Who's the next? I preceded to blow comin' at 'em I'm in a mink coat an' Spacey gat 'em, you're lookin' at 'em I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high In the name of the streets Dub C, The 'Ghetto Heisman' In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you In the name of the streets © MY OWN CHIT MUSIC; TVT MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com