Текст песни YG`z - Street Nigga
YG`z - Street Nigga слова песни
*censored on all versions EXCEPT the promo*(Samples from The Ohio Players "What`s Goin` On")"Why do you hurt me...""I Don`t Wanna..."Verse 1: Kenny AustinStraight uptown from money earnin` Mow-VeeI carry my tech nine, and troop with the YG`zSo when beef comes, I`m ready for warI put a slug in my nigga and I settle the scoreLike a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most capsKillin` muthafuckaz, Leave `em dead with the alley catsYou feel brave digga, Grave nigga, That`s where you goin` fagatYour bodies bein` smothered with magatsPump nigga shouldn`t act up, Don`t even floss ruffI`ll beat you till you black as a cocoa puffMuthafucka I`m as real as they comeBuckin` muthafuckaz is a game we play for funGettin` wreck wit a tech, Shakin` niggaz knecksBlood drippin` so bad from a cold kneckWhat you figure when you livin` by the triggerThat`s how it is when your fuckin` wit a Street NiggaHook: Pete Rock and DJ PremierDo or Die Nigga, Do or DieDo or Die Nigga, Do or DieDo or Die Nigga, Do or DieDo or Die Nigga, Do or Die(Repeat)Verse 2: Tommy GuestI`m a street nigga, You wanna know whyCause I could give a fuck whether you or me dieBitch ass niggaz better back up wit da quicknessPlay me the wrong way, I`ll kill you like a sicknessStreet Nigga to the baddest, My pants is saggin`I`m down to catch a midnight DragonJus coolin` on the block so my glock`ll popMore niggaz in the head, Even fuckin` *cops*I got soldiers, .45 pistol holdersStick up kids, and some doin` state bizBut fuck that, back to the subject34th street, The whole fuckin` YGzGet fast doe, Fuckin` wit mud hoesDamn the Principle of my school, And his honor rolesI`ma street kid, So I got street smartsGettin` my A`s and B`s while troopin` on the sidewalkHookVerse 3: Kenny AustinSeperated on one side, So we can just smoke each otherFuck a brother love for one anotherI gotta survive, Playin` the street gameSplatter some fuckin` brains, And sellin` some cocaineA savage rate, Indeed harshHustle to get far, The devil got our minds all brain washedSo for Bates, Listen to the crackers and turf snakesAnd all there are is coffee and cupcakesHe`s no longer a street nigga, But a confined niggaSittin` in a cell doin` time niggaRich fucks don`t realize, Packed and civilizedI`d love to see the tears in Trump`s eyesWhen his mother was mugged, Shit was buggedAnd he thought it would be me speakin` to the judgeBut he was wrong it was one of his own kindA street nigga ain`t hard to findHook