What’s Street?

[Chorus]

Yo whats street?
Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet
Streets when you dont need money to eat
Streets when you want a convertible caprice
Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice
Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat
Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet
Streets when you ain't got no cash
But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh
Thats street..

[verse 1]

Yo Im as street as it gets (what)
I bet you catch me rollin up some slut butt cigarettes
Im proud of my backround, so i ain't afraid to say
I once lived in a van with my mom out in surrey
Welfare jacks comin, to an empty residence
No white picket fence we just dance in the poverty
This started me into a whole lotta sheisty-ness
They thought i was a rotten apple til i ripened into this
The man that i am ya i roll wit a gang and clan
My crew is my fam, "Hot Damn Snak’s the man!"
A perfect plan to snatch whatever i can
With four fingers on my hand
Fuck payin imma take it mang
Im slick as ice when it comes to rackin somthin nice
Im losin fights when other cats be usin’ mace and pipes
You might think snak is wack, but Snak dont slack
When it comes to writin’ raps in fact, Snak’s on top’a that

[Chorus]

Yo whats street?
Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet
Streets when you dont need money to eat
Streets when you want a convertible caprice
Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice
Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat
Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet
Streets when you ain't got no cash
But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh
Yo thats street..

[verse 2]

Whatchu’ know about havin’ a hand fulla’ loonies
Pickin’ magic shroomies in the motherfuckin’ boonies
Dirt bikes, freight trains, off road trucks
Come to where im from if ya feel like gettin fucked
You can't stop ecetera
You not gettin the respect you deserve
When we serve you herbs in the burbs
Like my homie smirk at all the freights that he murked
10 years puttin’ in work i feel im waste in the dirt
Wasted and hurt ? the flavour disperse
You know that im new to the shit and it hurts
And yo my grill ain't, diamonds and gold
All i got is rotten yellow chiclets with cavities and holes
These weak breathes suggest i smoke only the best
So hot i’d probly combust in a flame spontanious
My life has sex, blood, voodoo dolls and bounced cheques for ya raps
I dont like poopoo and gay sex

[Chorus]

Yo whats street?
Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet
Streets when you dont need money to eat
Streets when you want a convertible caprice
Cuz the real shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice
Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat
Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet
Streets when you ain't got no cash
But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh
Yo thats street..