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letra de street nigga - e-40

[intro:]
ugh, street n-gga man (st–t n-gga)
street n-gga man
you a street n-gga bra
street n-gga man (st–t n-gga)
h-llo

[verse 1:]
street n-gga, all my life i’ve been thuging heavily influenced by n-ggas that ain’t got nothin
and these hoes don’t want no squares
they want a n-gga that’s hustlin
even though squares be having
just as much paper than n-ggas husslin
but it’s me she loving cause i’m hecka known
and i’ll h-lla famous on my soil
you kind find me around my mama’s house with a bottle of crown royal
with my car parked in the gr-ss
smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one
n-gga-rich everybody know my name
yeah i’m havin a little bit a change
known for serving blow see more snow than the x-games
trained to go, dreads braided like lil wayne
keep a hammer in my fruit of the looms or should i say hanes

[chorus:]
i’m a street outta here street n-gga
these hoes love me but i ain’t a sweet n-gga
i’m a street n-gga neva been a weak n-gga
solid as they come i’m concrete n-gga
i’m a street n-gga i’m a street n-gga
bring it to ya front door when i beef with you
i’m a street n-gga i’m a street n-gga
if you ain’t out here in these streets i can’t eat with ya

[verse 2:]
when me and the dope game first walked down the aisle
one thing i vowed to do was to keep ann hill bail-spot and my lawyer on speed dial
some these police be trigga happy light you up like a lamp
just like they did with dj henry and oscar grant
i f-cks with elegant broads and i f-cks with tramps
video vixens and hood hoes from different camps
went from seed to a weed plant to a elbow
kid on my way back from the little sto’
they seeing hot issue, hypodermic needles between they toes
functional c0ke fiends keep a job and powder they nose
selling chicken and turkey wings, quarters, halves and wholes
plotting on jewelry, hanging out at the rap shows

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
i’m try’nna make more money on an accident than a lot of y’all do on purpose
your squad is a couple of clowns short of a circus
my squad we golden and polished just like a turkish robe
30 odd 6 with kaleidoscope vision precision no compet-tion
f-ck with ogs and those youngsters that don’t listen
position them keys and i’m droppin em intermission
go any soil i want any hood don’t need permission
street n-gga not a rap n-gga this is the soundtrack of my life
hood figure not a b-tch n-gga a fixture roll the dice
trunk full a kid n-ggas in my whip and harley bikes
play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights

[chorus]

- e 40

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