The Streets (feat. WC)

What's up Snoop?

Yeah

Boom!

Dah-dah-daaah

Uh, yea lah-dah-daaah

A little bit louder, right there

Dah-dah-daaah

In the name of the streets

Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)

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 thick body and the big body

Wit' lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave

Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon

Escalade three-braid beard wearin'

Fuck it, I thug for free and 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 and slang the seed

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 goin' 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 a' treats

On the streets, my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat

In the Cutt and indiscrete

Me and Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry

A lotta y'all pretend to be

Wanna see friends wit' me and 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

And just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C-Walking?

It's not just a dance, it's a way a' living

Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to see Crippin'

And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers

Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya ain't a gang banger

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 goin' 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 ho

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 goin' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high

In the name of the streets

Dah-dah-daaah

Yeah (lah-dah-daaah)

Dub-C (dah-dah-daaah)

The Ghetto Heisman

In the name of the streets

Swangin' through a hood near you