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Da Streets Ain't Right
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kris Kross
Kris Kross
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Composer
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Composer
O. Harvey
O. Harvey
Composer
Harold.Lane.David
Harold.Lane.David
Composer
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Composer
George Canler
George Canler
Composer
W. Palamarchuk
W. Palamarchuk
Composer
M. Skill
M. Skill
Composer
Jimmy Marinos
Jimmy Marinos
Composer
Peter Solley
Peter Solley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Frye
John Frye
Assistant Engineer
Michael T. Mauldin
Michael T. Mauldin
Executive Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

It's the ones that smoke blunts wit' cha, see ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha It's the ones that smoke blunts wit' cha, see ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped 'Cause niggas they don't know how to act It's Monday night, and I'm out chillin' with my girl, top down 500 SL pumpin' some sounds Now me, I'm in Versace from my head to toe Lookin' for a place to go, so I can spend my dough I found a spot (jumped out) my girl was hot (no doubt) And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip (what you do?) I kept walkin' (word), but all they did was follow, tryin' to flex Talkin' about my girl's titties and the jewels around my neck Now I can feel a confrontation 'bout to jump on off (word) And I can see these little bustas tryin' to play me for soft I heard "Stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up Nigga, give me all your money and your jewels 'cause you're stuck" I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind But it's a waste of time 'cause I ain't got my .9 and these Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped 'Cause niggas they don't know how to act, I say Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped 'Cause niggas they don't know how to act Now I done did all this work, so I can be the man Fresh to death, 20 grand in a black sedan Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin' Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me 'Cause I'm flossin' (what?) Hit the streets left and right (uh-huh) Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight I heard somebody yell (now 112 in) "112" that's the spot So I hit the parking lot, not thinkin' of gettin' got 'Cause it's mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere But niggas don't know how to act and they don't care I heard "freeze" from these four niggas That I knew, that I knew from back in grade school I said, "What's up?" He said, "What's up?" It's on (uh-huh) Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome I said, "Homes, you ain't even gots to trip 'Cause I ain't even tryin' to die over materialistics" (I know) Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped 'Cause niggas they don't know how to act, I say Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped 'Cause niggas they don't know how to act
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Hal David, Jermaine Dupri, George Canler, Jimmy Marinos, Mike Skill, Peter Solley, Walter Palamarchuk, Burt F Bacharach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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