The Streets (feat. Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg)

What's up Snoop? Yeah Boom! Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder, right there Dah-dah-daaah In the name of the streets Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh) Nigga let the games begin, as I standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital Scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit' it, off the ric wit' it Blue beenie knitted, freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body Wit' lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade three-braid beard wearin' Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me "Home of Cake" 'cause I love the cheese Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high) In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' rich ride (I'm goin' rich ride) I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball) Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB What you know about the D-O-G? I keep my peeps wit' a bag a' treats On the streets, my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat In the Cutt and indiscrete Me and Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry A lotta y'all pretend to be Wanna see friends wit' me and then sleep wit the enemy? Want some, get some, bad enough take some Suckas poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one Braids on, make done, don't want none And just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C-Walking? It's not just a dance, it's a way a' living Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to see Crippin' And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya ain't a gang banger I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high) In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' rich ride (I'm goin' rich ride) I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball) Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go I told another that I want her but she wants to ho I ain't a hater, I'm a player so I fucked 'em both In the name of the streets This is for them G-niazz Dub-S and my East-niazz Both side street-niazz This is for them DJ's coast to coast movin' this Spin-ni-nin them turntables, that bomb Peruvian Smashous, best trappers for cash and Dumpin' blunt ashes outta them S-Classes This is for them riders, ridin' for them M's Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims (uh huh) Thrashin' ya, back at ya, bringin' it massive I drop it on ya drastic, another hood classic Dump the Ghetto Heisman, seeing more cabbage A street nia livin' on CEO status Unlock the rack, Def Jam, cock it back Recess is over, I want my spot back Who's the next out the city to blow, coming at 'em In a Pea coat and Stacy Adams, you're lookin' at 'em I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high) In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' rich ride (I'm goin' rich ride) I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball) Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets Dah-dah-daaah Yeah (lah-dah-daaah) Dub-C (dah-dah-daaah) The Ghetto Heisman In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you