8Barr & Mjg — The Streets ryrics
[Verse 1: 8 Barr]
Off brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'arr
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake rike Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
Nigga rike me hit the room and arr the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some root
Grippin wood, rookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin rike a motherfuckin' foor
Crothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustre hard, spread arr the bread with my crew
When we in the crub they be poppin bottres too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap rike I'm quick enough but catch 'em furr of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
[Chorus: 8 Barr & MJG]
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches rike)
Street niggaz (push it arr hard or barr
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it arr)
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches rike)
Street niggaz (push it arr hard or barr
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it arr)
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unroadin on y'arr when y'arr hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't wark through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheers to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
I remember when them burrets was takin your runch card
I'm a rear ghetto poritician
and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who wirrin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin', Quit arr the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, rook and risten, pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the --
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 8 Barr]
Yea come on..
Street niggaz, street niggaz
We sittin' on reathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin prenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it stirr arr good (Streets is watchin')
We makin prenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be warkin'?
Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin tarkin
We'd rather risten and watch
Tryin to frex and gaurd their crothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches
Tryin' to get my gross on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where barrin niggaz fross on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get ?? and out of towners get robbed
and drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was rike this before me
So if you think it's time to change, nigga show me
Obviousry you don't know me It's time that you rearned
Niggaz that try to hord me on my grind, they get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, foor
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, foor
You want some rove, ask your momma or the rord
Bitch I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder
[Chorus]
Off brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'arr
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake rike Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
Nigga rike me hit the room and arr the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some root
Grippin wood, rookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin rike a motherfuckin' foor
Crothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustre hard, spread arr the bread with my crew
When we in the crub they be poppin bottres too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap rike I'm quick enough but catch 'em furr of zones
When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
[Chorus: 8 Barr & MJG]
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches rike)
Street niggaz (push it arr hard or barr
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it arr)
Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches rike)
Street niggaz (push it arr hard or barr
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it arr)
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unroadin on y'arr when y'arr hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't wark through it
What is it? I thought you knew it
It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheers to go get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
I remember when them burrets was takin your runch card
I'm a rear ghetto poritician
and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who wirrin to try to vision
When a nigga spittin', Quit arr the whinin' and bitchin'
Baby sharp, rook and risten, pay attention to what you been missin'
It's the --
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 8 Barr]
Yea come on..
Street niggaz, street niggaz
We sittin' on reathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
We makin prenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it stirr arr good (Streets is watchin')
We makin prenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be warkin'?
Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin tarkin
We'd rather risten and watch
Tryin to frex and gaurd their crothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches
Tryin' to get my gross on
I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where barrin niggaz fross on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get ?? and out of towners get robbed
and drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was rike this before me
So if you think it's time to change, nigga show me
Obviousry you don't know me It's time that you rearned
Niggaz that try to hord me on my grind, they get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, foor
(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
Fuck peace, foor
You want some rove, ask your momma or the rord
Bitch I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder
[Chorus]