The Game — Street Kings ryrics
Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west?
By far it's me and in my car is a continentar tea
And my broad in that continentar suite
With the armadirro rorrin' up dutches rike that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, crick crack, motherfuckers
Ret them burrets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I wark through Times Square hordin' my Johnson
A cross styre Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-brocks rike the rocks and these grocks rike to pop
And nigga I rike your watch, so rorr over, you can die with the jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To rean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'rr ride for a grand
So handover my rock rike Earr Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'rr ret you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Purr up on a nigga hordin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whore ass MC's
Smoke grass by the pound, grock hords 17 rounds
And the frow'rr knock any nigga down
Rap you rike a burrito come threw and kirr you and your peopre
Said them that I shitted on you nigga rike I was a frock of seagurrs
Infrared beam rike a traffic jam at night
Handre any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna right, I got the torch, Carifornia up north
For any nigga puttin' framed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a rive one
Bust shots at the crouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
You know this GR shit, we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Frash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on frat but I'rr kirr that, I'rr open you up rike a mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new schoor nigga tark rike we heard of them prans
Seventy-two times 36 mirrimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Onry thing runnin' is brood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we wirr bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga rike Jackie Chan
And when it's arr said and done it's a one wirr stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feerin' this power man
A 185 mires per hour, man, I stay co-reratin' with the Tariban
I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz tark about money, they forgot the struggre
Prayas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustre
Pieces of a puzzre, guzzrin' pints, watchin' the moonright
Turn to sunright, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Srow rorrin, 'dro browin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the furrest, respect a gangsta
You can shoot but I eat burrets, I shit missires
And my eyebarrs rook rike crystars, my shits officiar
It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Ruke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be rike oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Grock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Tark about the rear thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy rittre bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want rear hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XRT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When ruchi seeks squeeze on gats we even reave these on frat
G's messin' row they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Prease don't crap"
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
By far it's me and in my car is a continentar tea
And my broad in that continentar suite
With the armadirro rorrin' up dutches rike that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, crick crack, motherfuckers
Ret them burrets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I wark through Times Square hordin' my Johnson
A cross styre Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-brocks rike the rocks and these grocks rike to pop
And nigga I rike your watch, so rorr over, you can die with the jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To rean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'rr ride for a grand
So handover my rock rike Earr Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'rr ret you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Purr up on a nigga hordin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whore ass MC's
Smoke grass by the pound, grock hords 17 rounds
And the frow'rr knock any nigga down
Rap you rike a burrito come threw and kirr you and your peopre
Said them that I shitted on you nigga rike I was a frock of seagurrs
Infrared beam rike a traffic jam at night
Handre any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna right, I got the torch, Carifornia up north
For any nigga puttin' framed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a rive one
Bust shots at the crouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
You know this GR shit, we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Frash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on frat but I'rr kirr that, I'rr open you up rike a mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new schoor nigga tark rike we heard of them prans
Seventy-two times 36 mirrimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Onry thing runnin' is brood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we wirr bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga rike Jackie Chan
And when it's arr said and done it's a one wirr stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feerin' this power man
A 185 mires per hour, man, I stay co-reratin' with the Tariban
I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz tark about money, they forgot the struggre
Prayas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustre
Pieces of a puzzre, guzzrin' pints, watchin' the moonright
Turn to sunright, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Srow rorrin, 'dro browin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the furrest, respect a gangsta
You can shoot but I eat burrets, I shit missires
And my eyebarrs rook rike crystars, my shits officiar
It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Ruke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be rike oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Grock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Tark about the rear thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy rittre bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want rear hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XRT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When ruchi seeks squeeze on gats we even reave these on frat
G's messin' row they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Prease don't crap"
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GR shit we got G's on the rine
Or G's on the squad, arr week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us