We Do This For The Streets (feat. Bokie Loc) feat. Bokie Loc

歌詞

(Knightowl (Talking)) Hey yo CG, why don't you Drop a gangsta btrack for that ass Some thing like all them other Bitch ass producersdon't do You the man homie So give me some of that real G shit let it ride homie Let it mothafuckin ride I spot some fools hangin at the corner I never saw them bitches before So I grabbed my 4-4 Spot a couple of more Behind the liquor store One with a strap a fuckin ese with a bat But I ain't goin out I think I know why they came Last week I put a bullet in a rival fool's brain But now I got to face it like a man I gotta be ready I got a plan So they can take a nap They ain't bout to catch me They want to get me, but won't hit me I'm to fuckin slick G Never slippin when I be dippin I got the clip and fuck those that be trippin Knightowl be the one with the mind of a maniac Stright fuckin looney, them bitches wanna do me But they better be ready for what's next A slug to chest Cause them mothafuckin streets be my nest Fool (Chours: Bookie Loc) Being from the hood here's what you think Liquor stores, pimps hoes po-pos, and gangs Yo we do this for the streets But on the real we do it for the love and for peeps My family Being from the hood ain't what it seems Cause you see a grip of colors make seperate teams Yeah wel all got heat to pull But on the real on the streets we don't need the bull Ya hear me (Bokie Loc) Confusion (confusion) I was just strollin To the hood store to get a couple of brews When them reconizables come rolling through They got on blue and I got on blue too Yet I don't know the passenger Who's askin me "What hood I threw up" I said I throw up the LAW I was like nah homie I'm true to When my adrenilain starts to pump And here the test comes "I know I can run fast" And I know I got my pocket rocket cocked Ready to blast And I wish I was back at the house bangin On them tracks Instead I'm readin these peice with my heat Before there's one more question asked Balls flyin from fantasism from to much So I past him in his chucks I didn't give a fuck Any way I get stuck with my chuck taylor Skid marks hidin out til be dark Yellow tape had to vacate investigate The Ram Part (Chorus) (Knightowl) Shots goin off but I ain't bout to fuckin run I'ma fire right back Yeah I own a gun I got a 3-5-7 a 38 that won't wait A finger that'll never hesitate Bring em all into my neighborhood I got a toy waitin for em Best believe my homies blastin With they don't know em I won't take a fuckin chance I'd rather see the Devil dance And taken a fuckin piss in my pants Cause now a day a lot of mothafuckas like to yap They also like to fuckin hide when bullets fly But who's to say "what the fuck you gonna do" If that gun that was shooting was aimin at you Would you duck, or would you not give a fuck About life pack a knife and fuck somebody elses wife I be the type of mothafucka that doesn't give a shit The advice I be given ese what who you fuck with (Chorus)