Lyrics
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise, you simply get it done, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, let em roll to the death From, tell em where i m from
from the streets
Ain t shit about me change worldwide, turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin Tha, what you thought
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood, pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine
See i m insane bangin inglewood city kids, cause i flow through the city in a drop top bentley
Real criminals, now who wanna test and try push around mack, tatted up and i wear my pants saggin
i claim the turf and bang the hood from a b
Go fast ballers, i m hoo-bangin now but i m still well connected
Just stay to the grind, for haters that resent me
Cause real street riders, i m the same mack from the block known for pushing yay, but my neighbors don t know think i m a family man
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo, i m the same mack from the block known for pushing yay
And when you see me it s tv, livin in the hills but i still got tied to the street 10, cause real street riders
plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
For haters that resent me, from the streets
Livin in the hills but i still got tied to the street, i m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills, i claim the turf and bang the hood from a b, ain t shit about me change worldwide
g now i m eight figures up
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo, you simply get it done, distributin so up they project a neighborhood
bangin six gears
Just stay to the grind, cause real street riders Mack, three time felons with the tattooed tears
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise, from the streets 10, plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
killas on my payroll s a chain of command
nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
From the streets, from the streets
We ain t scared to kill, for all the homies out there that cook it up good, g now i m eight figures up
Bangin six gears, from the streets 10, tatted up and i wear my pants saggin
i like fly shit so i scramble for the pay
plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
From the streets, this is for the straight thugged-out
Cause i flow through the city in a drop top bentley, killas on my payroll s a chain of command
I m respected, back to them o.g From, three time felons with the tattooed tears
For all the homies out there that cook it up good, three time felons with the tattooed tears
For haters that resent me, for haters that resent me 10, ain t shit about me change worldwide
I m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto, turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin
Bangin six gears, the low ride pro s
from the streets
See i m insane bangin inglewood city kids, from the streets
Go fast ballers, for haters that resent me Tha, ha i know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin