| Off brand niggaz we ain’t fuckin with y’all
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| Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain’t touchin a dog
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| Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
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| Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
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| I’m not fine I’m not cute, they just know I got some loot
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| Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
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| Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
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| Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin’fool
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| Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
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| Pop a tag every day, that’s what ghetto niggaz do Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
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| When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
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| We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it’s on When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
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| I rap like I’m quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
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| When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
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| Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
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| spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
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| Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
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| sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
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| Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
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| spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
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| Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
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| sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
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| I’m just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
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| If a… bum run up hope he got his gun up From sundown to sunup I keep it with me And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can' |
| t walk through it What is it? |
| I thought you knew it It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn’t have no wheels
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| to go get it
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| M J fuckin’G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
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| You ain’t hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
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| I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
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| I’m a real ghetto politician
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| and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
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| When a nigga spittin', Quit all the whinin’and bitchin'
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| Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'
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| It’s the --
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| Yea come on.
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| Street niggaz, street niggaz
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| We sittin’on leathers and we grippin’on wood (Streets is watchin')
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| We makin plenty bread and reppin’our hood (Streets is watchin')
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| Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin')
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| We makin plenty bread and we reppin’our hood (Streets is watchin')
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| What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
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| Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain’t motherfuckin talkin
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| We’d rather listen and watch
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| Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier watches
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| Tryin’to get my gloss on I paid the cos’to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss on Haters get tossed on, 5−0 get and out of towners get robbed
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| and drop that, can’t nobody gonna stop that
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| See it was like this before me So if you think it’s time to change, nigga show me Obviously you don’t know me It’s time that you learned
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| Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned
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| I’m down from P.A., Man — West side to the east, fool
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| (Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
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| Fuck peace, fool
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| You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
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| Bitch I’m down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Streets , by - 8Ball & MJG. Song from the album Living Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп