The Streets

Yea . .
Turn the music up a little bit
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 3-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' couzins 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 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 dj's coast to coast movin' this
spin-ni-nin them turntables that bomp the ruvian
smashous, best trap us for cash and 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 (uh huh)
thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa'
got dropping on your drastic, another hood classic
dump the "ghetto heisman" singing "more cabbage"
a street niazz livin' on seek and kill status
unlock the racked def jam cock it back
recess is over, i want my spot back
who's the next? i preceded to blow coming at 'em
i'm in a mink coat and spacey gat 'em
you're lookin' at 'em

Dah-dah-daaah
Yea . . . Lah-dah-daaah
Dub-C . . . Dah-dah-daaah
The 'Ghetto Heisman' . . .
In the name of the streets
Swangin' through a hood near you [*over last line of outro] Dah-dah-daaah