[Intro:] Ugh, street nigga man (steet nigga) Street nigga man You a street nigga bra Street nigga man (steet nigga) Hello
[Verse 1:] Street nigga, all my life i’ve been thuging heavily influenced by niggas that ain't got nothin And these hoes don’t want no squares They want a nigga that’s hustlin Even though squares be having Just as much paper than niggas husslin But it’s me she loving cause i’m hecka known And i’ll hella famous on my soil You kind find me around my mama's house with a bottle of Crown Royal With my car parked in the grass Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one Nigga-rich everybody know my name Yeah I’m havin a little bit a change Known for serving blow see more snow than the X-Games Trained to go, dreads braided like Lil Wayne Keep a hammer in my Fruit of the Looms or should I say Hanes
[Chorus:] I’m a street outta here street nigga These hoes love me but I ain't a sweet nigga I’m a street nigga neva been a weak nigga Solid as they come I’m concrete nigga I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga If you ain't out here in these streets i can’t eat with ya
[Verse 2:] When me and the dope game first walked down the aisle One thing I vowed to do was to keep Ann Hill bail-spot and my lawyer on speed dial Some these police be trigga happy light you up like a lamp Just like they did with DJ Henry and Oscar Grant I fucks with elegant broads and i fucks with tramps Video vixens and hood hoes from different camps Went from seed to a weed plant to a elbow Kid on my way back from the little sto' They seeing hot issue, hypodermic needles between they toes Functional coke fiends keep a job and powder they nose Selling chicken and turkey wings, quarters, halves and wholes Plotting on jewelry, hanging out at the rap shows
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[Verse 3:] I’m try'nna make more money on an accident than a lot of y'all do on purpose Your squad is a couple of clowns short of a circus My squad we golden and polished just like a turkish robe 30 odd 6 with kaleidoscope vision precision no competition Fuck with OGs and those youngsters that don’t listen Position them keys and I’m droppin em intermission Go any soil i want any hood don’t need permission Street nigga not a rap nigga this is the soundtrack of my life Hood figure not a bitch nigga a fixture roll the dice Trunk full a kid niggas in my whip and Harley bikes Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
