Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Streets, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Living Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
The Streets |
| Off brand niggaz we ain’t fuckin with y’all |
| Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain’t touchin a dog |
| Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin |
| Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin' |
| I’m not fine I’m not cute, they just know I got some loot |
| Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose |
| Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news |
| Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin’fool |
| Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes |
| Pop a tag every day, that’s what ghetto niggaz do Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew |
| When we in the club they be poppin bottles too |
| 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 |
| I rap like I’m quick enough but catch 'em full of zones |
| When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga |
| Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps |
| spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like) |
| Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball |
| sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all) |
| Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps |
| spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like) |
| Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball |
| sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all) |
| I’m just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat |
| 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 |
| to go get it |
| M J fuckin’G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads |
| You ain’t hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud |
| I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card |
| I’m a real ghetto politician |
| and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision |
| When a nigga spittin', Quit all the whinin’and bitchin' |
| Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin' |
| It’s the -- |
| Yea come on. |
| Street niggaz, street niggaz |
| We sittin’on leathers and we grippin’on wood (Streets is watchin') |
| We makin plenty bread and reppin’our hood (Streets is watchin') |
| Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin') |
| We makin plenty bread and we reppin’our hood (Streets is watchin') |
| What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'? |
| Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain’t motherfuckin talkin |
| We’d rather listen and watch |
| Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier watches |
| 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 |
| and drop that, can’t nobody gonna stop that |
| 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 |
| Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned |
| I’m down from P.A., Man — West side to the east, fool |
| (Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?) |
| Fuck peace, fool |
| You want some love, ask your momma or the lord |
| Bitch I’m down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder |