The Streets (feat. Snoop Dogg & Nate Dogg)

Re-twist

What's up, Snoop?

Uh yeah, a lil' bit louder

Right there

(In the name of the streets)

Click, click, booyah

Dub kicked the frame in (Uh-huh)

****, let the games begin as I stand in

Tossed the tall can on a campus

Out the land of the scandalous, takin' penitentiary chances

Sick wit' it, off the ric wit' it

Blue beanie knitted, freshly acquitted

Grind grimy, the thick body and big body

With lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Mojave

Sellin', global bailin', career felon

Escalade, three braid beard wearin'

Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat

**** call me hog head 'cause I love the cheese, uh

Gangstas, hustlers, pimps, if you follow me (Uh-huh)

Let me see you put them hands up like a robbery

I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the C

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 gon' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high

In the name of the streets

It's the itty bitty **** from the city they call L.B. (L.B.)

What y'all know about the D-O-G?

I keep my peeps wit' a bag of treats

On the streets, my nephews beat that beat and keep that heat

In the cut and indiscreet

Me and Dub-C, Crippin' cousins in this industry

A lot of y'all pretend to be

Wanna 'C' friends with me and then wanna sleep with the enemy?

Want some, get some, bad enough, take some

Suckers 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 walkin'?

It's not just a dance, it's a way of livin'

Now if you C walkin', you best to C Crippin'

And that goes for kids too and R&B singers

****, quit Crip walkin' if you 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 gon' 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 ****

Dub-S in my east ****

Both sides street ****

This is for them DJ's, coast to coast movin' this

Spinnin' on them turntables that bomb Peruvian

Smashers, best trappers for cash and dumpin' blunt ashes

Outta them S-Classes

This is for them riders, ridin' for the M's

Ghetto ass **** on them big shiny rims (Uh-huh)

Flash and you're back at you, bringin' the massacre

Droppin' on you drastic, another hood classic

Dub the ghetto Heisman, seein' more cabbage

A street **** 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? Comin' at 'em

I'm in a pea coat and Stacy Adams

You're lookin' at him

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gon' 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 gon' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high

In the name of the streets

Yeah

Dub-C

The ghetto Heisman

(In the name of the streets)

Swingin' through a hood near you