Текст песни 8 Ball and MJG f Bun B - The Streets
8 Ball and MJG f Bun B - The Streets слова песни
[Verse 1: 8 Ball]Off brand niggaz we ain`t fuckin with y`allCatch up with ya kind cuz you ain`t touchin a dogImitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearinNigga 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 lootGrippin wood, lookin good `24s make them chooseNine times out of ten the bitches bad newsHit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin` foolClothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoesPop a tag every day, that`s what ghetto niggaz doHustle hard, spread all the bread with my crewWhen we in the club they be poppin bottles tooWe crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it`s onWhen my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be goneI rap like I`m quick enough but catch `em full of zonesWhen my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga[Chorus: 8 Ball & MJG]Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the trapsspend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)Street niggaz (push it all hard or ballsticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the trapsspend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)Street niggaz (push it all hard or ballsticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)[Verse 2: MJG]I`m just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seatIf a... bum run up hope he got his gun upFrom sundown to sunup I keep it with meAnd I end up be unloadin on y`all when y`all hit meIt`s a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can`t walk through itWhat is it? I thought you knew itIt was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn`t have no wheels to go get itM J fuckin` G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broadsYou ain`t hard from steroids, nigga you big fraudI remember when them bullets was takin your lunch cardI`m a real ghetto politicianand what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to visionWhen a nigga spittin`, Quit all the whinin` and bitchin`Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin`It`s the --[Chorus][Bridge: 8 Ball]Yea come on..Street niggaz, street niggazWe 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`)[Verse 3: Bun B]What can I say about these streets that I be walkin`?Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain`t motherfuckin talkinWe`d rather listen and watchTryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier[?] watchesTryin` to get my gloss onI paid the cos` to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss onHaters get tossed on, 5-0 get [???] and out of towners get robbedand drop that, can`t nobody gonna stop thatSee it was like this before meSo if you think it`s time to change, nigga show meObviously you don`t know me It`s time that you learnedNiggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burnedI`m down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)Fuck peace, foolYou want some love, ask your momma or the lordBitch I`m down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder[Chorus]