These Streets (feat. Rasheed & Carolyn Rodriguez)

歌詞

[South Park Mexican:] Sunshine in the wind with the bald fade Gotta keep my dream down 'cause them laws hate Out the roof deuce chunkin' 45 dunkin' H-Town is just like Compton kick doors Telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough Stack dollars went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives Acknowledge keep my lac polished Don't mistake me for a fuckin' rap artist I'm the one that shot slugs in your hot tub Leave your bitch ass screwed & chopped up None left known for car theft But in the kitchen I'm the one top chef I cool whip it I ain't bull shitin' turn 25oz to a new chicken. [Chorus:] Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy Take a .44 slug, turn that bitch to a memory Can't show no love 'Cause these hoes greed jealousy So run them thugs These Streets keep callin' me. [Rasheed:] Let the bombs fly nigga we can all die But wait a second first I gotta tell my mom bye Maybe we can talk it out up in god's sky Rasheed got more nuts than pecan pie. I'm the wrong guy homey I don't fuck around I've been a gangsta since way before Hustle Town SP Low G ain't no hoe in' us I don't eat alot of sweets but I smoke a bunch You can go to lunch & nigga you can go to hell Fuck the radio this shit is still gonna sell Like I told my bitch if I'm ever killed, you'll never find another muthafucker more real But say Los maybe we can get some airplay & talk about some of that bullshit that they say. All the ladies in the house say "ohhhhh" Damn I forgot I'm in this bitch all alone. [Chorus:] Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy Take a .44 slug, turn that bitch to a memory Can't show no love 'Cause these hoes greed jealousy So run them thugs These Streets keep callin' me. [South Park Mexican:] Los is a crawler, House-ton got taller Up in H-Town move slow like koala 20's on the prowler starin' at the mirror 17 coats to make the paint clearer. Up in my ride got more nuts than my pride Keep a few hoes that I fuck on the side. Paper chase me crib on the laker, ride through the trey, sfree wheel skater. Breaker 1-9 shin' in the sunshine my Nextel phone sound like the love line All day service got Jane burnin' my weed is lime green like frog named Kermit Bustin' fuck the reprocaution Blast him right before the radio lunch in, bloody murder Not much of a converser 'Cause I say more bad words than a computer cursor. [Chorus:] Smoke bud 'cause it's my therapy Take a .44 slug, turn that bitch to a memory Can't show no love 'Cause these hoes greed jealousy So run them thugs These Streets keep callin' me.