Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's Street? , by - Snak the Ripper. Song from the album SNAK THE RIPPER, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.07.2008
Record label: Camobear
Song language: English
What's Street? |
| Yo whats street? |
| Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet |
| Streets when you dont need money to eat |
| Streets when you want a convertible caprice |
| Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice |
| Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat |
| Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet |
| Streets when you ain’t got no cash |
| But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh |
| Thats street. |
| Yo Im as street as it gets (what) |
| I bet you catch me rollin up some slut butt cigarettes |
| Im proud of my backround, so i ain’t afraid to say |
| I once lived in a van with my mom out in surrey |
| Welfare jacks comin, to an empty residence |
| No white picket fence we just dance in the poverty |
| This started me into a whole lotta sheisty-ness |
| They thought i was a rotten apple til i ripened into this |
| The man that i am ya i roll wit a gang and clan |
| My crew is my fam, «Hot Damn Snak’s the man!» |
| A perfect plan to snatch whatever i can |
| With four fingers on my hand |
| Fuck payin imma take it mang |
| Im slick as ice when it comes to rackin somthin nice |
| Im losin fights when other cats be usin' mace and pipes |
| You might think snak is wack, but Snak dont slack |
| When it comes to writin' raps in fact, Snak’s on top’a that |
| Yo whats street? |
| Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet |
| Streets when you dont need money to eat |
| Streets when you want a convertible caprice |
| Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice |
| Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat |
| Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet |
| Streets when you ain’t got no cash |
| But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh |
| Yo thats street. |
| Whatchu' know about havin' a hand fulla' loonies |
| Pickin' magic shroomies in the motherfuckin' boonies |
| Dirt bikes, freight trains, off road trucks |
| Come to where im from if ya feel like gettin fucked |
| You can’t stop ecetera |
| You not gettin the respect you deserve |
| When we serve you herbs in the burbs |
| Like my homie smirk at all the freights that he murked |
| 10 years puttin' in work i feel im waste in the dirt |
| Wasted and hurt? |
| the flavour disperse |
| You know that im new to the shit and it hurts |
| And yo my grill ain’t, diamonds and gold |
| All i got is rotten yellow chiclets with cavities and holes |
| These weak breathes suggest i smoke only the best |
| So hot i’d probly combust in a flame spontanious |
| My life has sex, blood, voodoo dolls and bounced cheques for ya raps |
| I dont like poopoo and gay sex |
| Yo whats street? |
| Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet |
| Streets when you dont need money to eat |
| Streets when you want a convertible caprice |
| Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice |
| Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat |
| Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet |
| Streets when you ain’t got no cash |
| But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh |
| Yo thats street. |