I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe
Nigga, let the games begin, as I standin'
A street niazz livin' on seek an' kill status
Me an' Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry
On the streets, my nephews beat your beat an' keep that heat
This is for them geniuz
This the itty bitty nigga, from the city they call LB
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian
Scanners takin' penitentiary chances
Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims
I'm in a mink coat an' Spacey gat 'em, you're lookin' at 'em
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
Niggas call me 'Home of Cake' 'cause I love the cheese
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
Braids on, make done, don't want none
Thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa'
Unlock the racked, Def Jam cock ya' back
Grind, grimey, the big body an' the big body
In the Cutt an' indiscrete
Recess is over, I want my spot back
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
In the name of the streets
Smashous, best trap us for cash
It's not just a dance, it's a way o' livin'
Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon
Swangin' through a hood near you
I keep my peeps wit a bag o' treats
Got droppin' on your drastic, another hood classic
Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see Crippin'
Tossed the tall can on a campus, off the limital
I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
In the name of the streets
Suckas poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one
Fuck it, I thug for free an' thug to eat
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
Click, click, boo ya, Dub kicked the frame in
I spit in the name of the streets
Da best is my East niazz, both sides street niazz
In the name of the streets
An' that goes for kids too an' R an' B singers
Nigga, quit Crip walkin' if ya ain't a gang banger
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
In the name of the streets
Wit lyrics an' 'draulics hotter than the Majave
Blue beenie knitted, freshly acquitted
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
Dub C, The 'Ghetto Heisman'
A lotta' y'all pretend to be
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta the mix classes
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
What you know about the D O G?
Wanna see, friends wit me an' then sleep wit the enemy?
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Who's the next? I preceded to blow comin' at 'em
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
An' just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C walkin'?
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
I ain't a hater, I'm a player, so I fucked 'em both
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
Escalade, 3 braid beer wearin'
I solemnly swear to stay down an' slang the seed
Want some, get some, bad enough, take some
In the name of the streets
Dub the 'Ghetto Heisman' singin' 'More cabbage'
This is for them DJs, coast to coast movin' this
This is for them riders, ridin' for the mims
In the name of the streets
