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
