Lyrics:
Cruisin? down the street in my 64
Jockin? a bitch, jockin? a bitch
Cruisin? down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones Jones)
Jockin? a bitch, here we g-g-go
Divided us by culture, we just had to do the math
Times getting & my people down bad
Made it through the storm, hard times don't last
It is what it is & we
bottles to table five
We buyin' out the bar, we livin' out life
We gettin' all right, shawties watchin' us
We lockin' down the club 'cause we straight
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
ain't mad at a rapper making tunes for the club
I ain't mad at em stacking making moola a bunch
I'm just saddened by the fact that you be chewing it up
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That
Get the papes
You didn't know? Go steal and rob
Two cultures is these babies
In these sanitation jobs
So don't let 'em gas you up
Let opportuns pass you
the club and we tearing it up
A round of that Crown or Patron in my cup
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
the choice we made
Culture war (we didn't start it but we'll fight it)
Culture war
(we're not mistaking all the rules that you've been breaking)
I don't
covered but cookie cutter,
delivery of simpleton wit is the real culprit,
so wether street, club, battle, conscious or other,
i find that interesting style
suppose
Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes
Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those
Keepin' the rumors up,
like Kris
but when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris!
They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs
Never had the respect
Now baby girl there ain't no more
That I can say
You know by now I want it more than anythang
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in
and Fauset
are names that none of us should forget
And
A scratchy old record that the elders loved by Pigmeat Markum
Called here comes the judge.
City streets
games, I come correct
What dialect (Yup)
Do you think that I'm speaking in
I'm down, down in the dirty street
POV looking mad cheap
Borderline
why you switch
Cause Islam don't accepts faggots
That like ridin' dick
And how you Grape Street, fruit cup?
You wouldn't bust a grape in a food fight
up, bounce back
Get it up, bounce back
If you spend it in the club
Go re-up and bounce back
Pick it up, bounce back
Get it up, bounce back
If you
the club
My young niggas hop out and park
Bitch you standin' right by the club
50 shots thats not enough
200 shots that monkey nuts
Gucci Mane got monkey
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
mistaken for Christ
Been known to fratenize with unsavory types
Who ain't never back down in they're life that's right
I'm talkin street generals with war
tryin'
I'm matchin' by mistake I want that yacht I'm on my grind
I learn from my mistakes
You want it daddy go and get it
Don't never hesitate
I'm
Don't fuck no bitch that's fucking with your dawg, that's law
If you come up don't forget about your dawgs, that's law
I'm a street nigga so it's
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