Текст песни Knightowl - We Do This For the Streets
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[Knightowl (Talking)]Hey yo CG, why don`t youDrop a gangsta btrack for that assSome thing like all them otherBitch ass producersdon`t doYou the man homieSo give me some of that realG shit let it ride homieLet it mothafuckin rideI spot some fools hangin at the cornerI never saw them bitches beforeSo I grabbed my 4-4Spot a couple of moreBehind the liquor storeOne with a strap a fuckin ese with a batBut I ain`t goin out I think I know why they cameLast week I put a bullet in a rival fool`s brainBut now I got to face it like a manI gotta be ready I got a planSo they can take a napThey ain`t bout to catch meThey want to get me, but won`t hit meI`m to fuckin slick GNever slippin when I be dippinI got the clip and fuck those that be trippinKnightowl be the one with the mind of a maniacStright fuckin looney, them bitches wanna do meBut they better be ready for what`s nextA slug to chestCause them mothafuckin streets be my nestFool[Chours: Bookie Loc]Being from the hood here`s what you thinkLiquor stores, pimps hoes po-pos, and gangsYo we do this for the streetsBut on the real we do it for the love and for peepsMy familyBeing from the hood ain`t what it seemsCause you see a grip of colors make seperate teamsYeah wel all got heat to pullBut on the real on the streets we don`t need the bullYa hear me[Bokie Loc]Confusion (confusion) I was just strollinTo the hood store to get a couple of brewsWhen them reconizables come rolling throughThey got on blue and I got on blue tooYet I don`t know the passengerWho`s askin me "What hood I threw up"I said I throw up the LAWI was like nah homie I`m true toWhen my adrenilain starts to pumpAnd here the test comes"I know I can run fast"And I know I got my pocket rocket cockedReady to blastAnd I wish I was back at the house banginOn them tracksInstead I`m readin these peice with my heatBefore there`s one more question askedBalls flyin from fantasism from to muchSo I past him in his chucksI didn`t give a fuckAny way I get stuck with my chuck taylorSkid marks hidin out til be darkYellow tape had to vacate investigateThe Ram Part[Chorus][Knightowl]Shots goin off but I ain`t bout to fuckin runI`ma fire right back Yeah I own a gunI got a 3-5-7 a 38 that won`t waitA finger that`ll never hesitateBring em all into my neighborhoodI got a toy waitin for emBest believe my homies blastinWith they don`t know emI won`t take a fuckin chanceI`d rather see the Devil danceAnd taken a fuckin piss in my pantsCause now a day a lot of mothafuckas like to yapThey also like to fuckin hide when bullets flyBut who`s to say "what the fuck you gonna do"If that gun that was shooting was aimin at youWould you duck, or would you not give a fuckAbout life pack a knife and fuck somebody elses wifeI be the type of mothafucka that doesn`t give a shitThe advice I be given ese what who you fuck with[Chorus]