Jaay Dawg - The Streets

Hate on me like what you doing with your life?
Nike my check, said "Fuck adidas stripes"
Beatin' on her cat and she tell me that it's mine
And she wanna spend the night, don't be gettin' out of line
Watch shine bright, can't even tell the time
Tequila to the face and she mix it with the lime
Bitches always horny, break her spine, unaligned
And I been had hoes 'fore rap, past times
Gotta go and get it, why you hate? I'm gettin' mine
Heard a sneak diss but you not worth my time
Rememberin' old times when I used to wanna die
Pray to God every night and he told me I'll be fine
Fuck a 9 to 5, gettin' checks every week
Hustlin' every night, fell in love with the streets
Thottie ass bitch, I'm the one you wanna keep
Heard that pussy been around you was made for the streets, uh
You thottie ass bitch, you belong to the streets
You weirdo ass bitch, you belong to the streets
Fuck up out of here, you belong to the streets
Why you cuffin' on that thing? She belong to the streets
You thottie ass bitch, you belong to the streets
You weirdo ass bitch, you belong to the streets
Fuck up out of here, you belong to the streets
Why you cuffin' on that thing? She belong to the streets
This song a fuckin' anthem, it was made for the streets
Feelin' like I preach when a muhfucka speak
I got my own chick, she a certified freak
She a blonde headed chick and you know that's all me
Independent muhfucka, man, you know that's all me
I don't feel no sympathy on a nigga hatin' me
Independent muhfucka, man, you know that's all me
I don't feel no sympathy on a nigga hatin' me, na
Clubbin' every night, how you expect to be a wife?
Taking new dick every night, it ain't right
Creeepin' in the night like a thief in the night
And a nigga so high, he be losin' his own mind
You pussy ass boy, why you love to pillow talk?
Pants filled with cash look at how I fuckin' walk
Pussy, money, weed, really, all a nigga need
If that's that nigga bitch, why she all up on me?
You stressing 'bout a bitch, shit, could never be me
These bitches come and go, lil nigga, can't you see?
This song a fuckin' anthem it was made for the streets
Said this song a fuckin' anthem it was made for the streets
Fuck a 9 to 5, gettin' checks every week
Hustlin' every night, fell in love with the streets
Thottie ass bitch, I'm the one you wanna keep
Heard that pussy been around you was made for the streets, uh
You thottie ass bitch, you belong to the streets
You weirdo ass bitch, you belong to the streets
Fuck up out of here, you belong to the streets
Why you cuffin' on that thing? She belong to the streets
You thottie ass bitch, you belong to the streets
You weirdo ass bitch, you belong to the streets
Fuck up out of here, you belong to the streets
Why you cuffin' on that thing? She belong to the streets
This song a fuckin' anthem, it was made for the streets
Feelin' like I preach when a muhfucka speak
I got my own chick, she a certified freak
She a blonde headed chick and you know that's all me
Independent muhfucka, man, you know that's all me
I don't feel no sympathy on a nigga hatin' me
Independent muhfucka, man, you know that's all me
I don't feel no sympathy on a nigga hatin' me, na

Written by:
Junior Mosqueda

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