Nashawn - Street n***az lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rock] As I roll down the block with my gun hammer co*ked My tags ain't right My attitude is f** the cops My rocks got my pants saggin As I lean to the side in my G ride I got that a** draggin Flaggin me down is some hoes that wanna f** my daytons Get them out they clothes, had them b**hes waitin For the dick Told them biancas to follow Me and the click, get them naked And have them b**hes model I bet they swollow every drop of the nut Wanted respect with some pimps Everytime I watched them f** 100 spokes got them hot A playa hater turn Mitch Blade Becasue his b**h got laid At the same time he got played So learn the game Remember young n***a, all b**hes are the same Lame and blind to the fact we countin major figures Plenty of weed and 151 liquar [Hook x2: C-Rock] b**hes that come around, we dont love them hoes Commited another murder and nobody knows Partying all night We got the weed and liquar Cuzz money ain't sh** to a street n***a [Verse 2: C-Rock] My lifestyle is on the trip side Feelin like im in the sky In the clouds Kinda hot on the flipside Gone off the 40 ounce Watch me bounce And serve these cluckers that fiend for large ammounts Every dollor counts daily You wanna see a n***a get crazy n***a dont play me Watch me grab my 380 And watch me blast Like Charles Braunson Meet your d**h wish Cuzz im finna start dumpin Always into something Homies jumpin on 56 Another house pasty, Kid and Play ain't got sh** Hoes that wanna strip Ready to get freaky Dim the lights baby, an let me get a quicky Drop to your kneese and gimmie a hickey Mid West Side givin out the dickey I thought I told ya The game is risky when you rollin on D's Hittin skis, making G's, plus shippin out keys [Hook x2] [Verse 3: C-Rock] Mid West Side Gangstas collide Dangers when we scheme, fedachinie and triple beams Rob the mother f**er, got him for his yayo Took about 9 ounces, gave him baking soda, now its plado A G like me See these b**hes gotta have it See me rollin my Acura, tryin to catch me up in traffic Yall know how it go when b**hes think you got no ends But wanna f** you and your partnas When she see you rollin in a Benz Devedents, I gotte'm, fake n***as, I shott'em Pop'em, pump that sh** with my fist as I drop'em Bustas, I gotta stop'em Cuzz these haters out to get me Police on my a** These b**hes wanna trick me Set me up for a dulo Wet me up you know That I ain't lettin up on my cash Cuzz if I go, you gotta go I make a dash to get some gas So I can roll to the cess spot Caught me slippin at a red light Comin out Amaco, the jack spot [Hook x2] [Outro: Mis Rock] Say what, Don Juan go off Kansas City Say what, Techn9ne go off Missouri Say what, Triple Life go off Kansas City Say what, Mis.Rock will go off Missouri I want a street n***a, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar I want a street n***a, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar I want a street n***a, counting major figures Give me the weed, and the 151 liquar Say what, Don Juan go off Say what, techn9ne go off Say what, Triple Life go off Say waht, Mis. Rock will go off