Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
I got hands in the street,
plus Sugar Ray's feet
I don't talk to bussers,
I clap and let the case speak
Until his body peak
and his body start to reek
Lee the Burner in the hood
and Bill in the sang Jeep
I got hands in the street,
plus Sugar Ray's feet
I don't talk to bussers,
I clap and let the case
I got hands in the street,
plus Sugar Ray's feet
SCAR ALL IN THE STREET
Niggazstyle
I got a handshake, burn it, shoot it, raise feet
I don't talk to buses,
I clap and let the case speak
Until his body leak
and his body start to reek
Leave the burner in the hood
and bell in the same jeep
He a man rockin', think that he that shit
Yeah, I know bloods, ask DJ Quid
And I know sugar,
plus the streets say I don't play
Niggas see me come and get the
C
Am
Em
runnin' like O .J.
Know some gangsta crips
that'll bang folk trade
Plus I know six -o's
that stay up in the mix, though
Police try to jack us up
like what's your frist, foe?
Am
Looking for the burner
stuck in the stash
Em
Got a ounce of fine chronic
plus a bucket of cash
Look, hand game nice,
I'm sick with the jab
But if we ever take a fade,
yeah, the homie with the braids
I'll probably start the bus
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Am
Em
so it'll never take place
22's big on the car
Who behind the tint, man,
it must be a star
Burner so big
you won't believe what you saw
Am
Just know that the nigga's raw
Em
I do it all for the streets
Now my chain shiny as hell,
once upon a time
they had me locked in a cell
Back then the homies
used to write me some mail,
Am
catch me again, I got that bell
C
Am
Em
I do it all for the streets
Niggas gotta feel me when I drive by,
nah literally, feel me when I drive by
Three niggas in a car plus they sky high,
Am
car so fast it's feeling like a plane ride
Em
Now every hoe in the hood
wanna give me head,
cause the chain so yellow
like lemon heads
Gotta want a brother fast
if you see the feds
Am
C
Cause ima change my fit quick,
Am
Em
go and get some dreads
I do this for the dudes in the streets
Yeah them dudes on the run
and them dudes with the guns
Cause real niggas do real things
Am
And real niggas bust guns
C
Am
Em
Every time his mood swings
Every nigga in LA from a street gang
Gotta hit the house quick to
get a sweet chain
Niggas get money for the street fame
Am
Nigga down here,
Em
we do the damn thing
22's big on the car
Who behind the tint,
man, it must be a star
Burner so big,
you won't believe what you saw
Just know that the nigga's raw
I do it all for the streets
Now my chain shiny as hell
Once upon a time,
they had me locked in a cell
Back then, the homies used
to write me some mail
Am
Catch me again, I got that bell
C
Am
Em
I do it all for the streets
Ask Baby Bo or go and ask Paco
How bout the charge on the 26 rims?
Ask Jeezy, I just stayed at the win
C
Am
Seven on the dice, man a nigga gotta win
Em
All my niggas off that coke and that hen
If they ain't in here,
they doing pushups in the pen
I keep it real, you can ask about me
Am
Until them rich a nigga can't sleep
Em
I do it all for the strip
22's big on the car
Fool behind the tent, man it must be a star
Earn it so big
you won't believe what you saw
just know that the niggas raw,
Am
Em
I do it all for the streets
now my chain shiny as hell,
once upon a time
they had me locked in a cell
back then the homies used to write me some mail,
catch me again
Am
C
I got that chain rockin' on
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