The Streets Don't Love Nobody
Ay, better stop that talkin'
Niggas round here don’t do that often
Like a roto, like the po-po (Po)
With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
OOOUH! Me and my raccoons will put hands
On you and your pitbulls
That's what the old schooler said
When he was talkin'
Big shit to a couple of younger fools
One of the young fools laughed and said
"You old enough to be my dad"
The old schooler went bad, got mad
And pulled out a gat (BUCK BUCK)
(A gat?) yeah, quadruple OG terminology
Hit him with the Israel Uzi
Smacked him and called him Suzie
Now he a ugly nigga
Now he ain’t no more cutie
The OG a killer, a hitter
Just got out on Tuesday
Never know who heavy duty in
The streets pushin' weight
Have your head put on a stick
(Stick) and brought back on a plate (Plate)
The streets don’t love nobody (Body)
But everybody love the streets (Streets)
I ain’t stuntin' sloppy (Sloppy)
Tryna impress these freaks (Freaks)
Rats (Rats) , tramps (Tramps) , rippers, hoes (Hoes)
Sluts (Sluts) , ducks (Ducks) , diggin' for gold
I ain’t a Captain Save a Hoe, no, not hardly
She don’t wanna fuck me
She wanna fuck my Harley bIATCH!
Ay, better stop that talkin'
Niggas round here don’t do that often
Like a roto, like the po-po (Po)
With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Turf Sinatra
We got the juice in the hood
So we talk a lot
While the wolves lick they lips, lamb chops
Big homie dippin' in the product, too
He said it's some OG shit but
Thats a dope fiend move
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Stay strapped, I ain’t fightin' nobody
(Nobody) nigga, you hit the wrong
Person when you aimed (When you aimed)
Nigga, bullets don’t got no name
Better put your guns up
‘specially when your ones up
Nigga, stay strapped case a fuck nigga run up
Used to be the front man, now we got all day
Picked the youngster up then shot
Him on the freeway
Damn, down goes another one
Heard he had it comin', don’t
Know why they killed him, son
Ping pong in the hood, retaliation
Young kids bust your head for a reputation
Ay, better stop that talkin'
Niggas round here don’t do that often
Like a roto, like the po-po (Po)
With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
You could be bangin' for life
It don’t matter
A young nigga who thuggin' want
His pockets lookin' fatter
Better watch the lil bruh lookin'
Like a chain snatcher
You done came up from the hood
But they still gettin' at ya
And I'm on, payin' 'hamas
Lil bruh want the drama
The corner is coming for you
Hope you stayin' with that llama
Shoulda listened to ya mama
She told you about them dudes
All them cars, all them bitches
All them riches ain’t cool
I know you fuck with dude?
You roll with dude?
I can’t believe you roll with dude
I told you that he told on dude, I’m sorry
That’s the wrong move
Real niggas over here that'll really move
He said he wack them with the mower
That's the life he choose
Thought it was a game 'til I
Seen that boy on the news
Told you ain’t no love over here
Don’t get it confused
Thought it was a game 'til I
Seen dat boy on the news
Told you ain’t no love over here
Don’t get it confused
Ay, better stop that talkin'
Niggas round here don’t do that often
Like a roto, like the po-po (Po)
With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)