Letra de Street Nigga - E-40

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Ugh, street nigga man (steet nigga)

Street nigga man

You a street nigga bra

Street nigga man (steet nigga)

Hello

Street nigga, all my life i’ve been thuging heavily influenced by niggas that ain't got nothin

And these hoes don’t want no squares

They want a nigga that’s hustlin

Even though squares be having

Just as much paper than niggas husslin

But it’s me she loving cause i’m hecka known

And i’ll hella 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 grass

Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one

Nigga-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

I’m a street outta here street nigga

These hoes love me but I ain't a sweet nigga

I’m a street nigga neva been a weak nigga

Solid as they come I’m concrete nigga

I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga

Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you

I’m a street nigga I’m a street nigga

If you ain't out here in these streets i can’t eat with ya

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 fucks with elegant broads and i fucks 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 coke 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

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 competition

Fuck 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 nigga not a rap nigga this is the soundtrack of my life

Hood figure not a bitch nigga a fixture roll the dice

Trunk full a kid niggas in my whip and Harley bikes

Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights

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