Wc - The Streets

Re-twiss (think about) What's up Snoop? (Think about) (Think about, think about) Yeah (Turn the music up a lil' bit) Boom! (Dah-dah-dah) huh, yea (Lah-dah-dah) A little bit louder. right there Dah-dah-dah, dah In the name of the streets Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (huh huh) Nigga let the games begin, as I standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital Scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick with it, off the ric with it (sick) Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body (huh-huh) With lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade 3-braid beer wearin' Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me "Home of Cake" 'cause I love the cheese (love it) Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me (huh-huh) 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 with 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? (Nigga) 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 you 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 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 genius 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 (huh 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 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-dah) yea (Dah-dah-dah) Dub-C (lah-dah-dah) The Ghetto Heisman (dah-dah-dah) In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you