E-40 - Street n***a lyrics

[Intro:] Ugh, street n***a man (steet n***a) Street n***a man You a street n***a bra Street n***a man (steet n***a) Hello [Verse 1:] Street n***a, all my life i've been thuging heavily influenced by n***as that ain't got nothin And these hoes don't want no squares They want a n***a that's hustlin Even though squares be having Just as much paper than n***as 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 gra** Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one n***a-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***a These hoes love me but I ain't a sweet n***a I'm a street n***a neva been a weak n***a Solid as they come I'm concrete n***a I'm a street n***a I'm a street n***a Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you I'm a street n***a I'm a street n***a 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**s with elegant broads and i f**s 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 j**elry, 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 competition f** 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***a not a rap n***a this is the soundtrack of my life Hood figure not a b**h n***a a fixture roll the dice Trunk full a kid n***as in my whip and Harley bikes Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights [Chorus]