Keak Da Sneak - T-Shirt, Blue Jeans & Nike's lyrics

(feat. E-40) [Keak Da Sneak] My family roll thick like syrup and milkshakes Transporting weight from the south to the golden state Swingin' figure 8's, burnin rubber its hypo In the middle of the intersection, tryin to start up a side-show My mind go in other places cats dont speak on Da Raw and uncut, for you n***az to tweak on I flip on s**as as they come out rappin So imagine whats gon' happen when I catch you in traffic Who sell the most records in the bay(You?) Indepentent label(You?) No video and radio play? (You?) Its been 86 murders since the start of 2002 When n***az bang turfs for the work Not that red and blue, and every single block is a street When n***az hold it down cause you know we gotta eat They call me Keak Sneak, but my real name is Kunta-Kentay B-O-W-E-N [Chorus: x2] My n***a told me dont be scared, cause I'ma run the streets Just like t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Stay strapped with the 45, I wish a n***a would try [E-40] Style so unique and Exquisite Gift-ta-Gabbit, I spit it I'm off this Gungie my ninja I'm so damn twisted from smokin so much turtle I'm spliffed Went to court the other day So I wa**a perkin early in the mornin, yawnin off This HIGH SPEED CHASE sh*t! Damn near caught a case wit it Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin fast, Skeet Skirt In the slow lane, seein stars, goin against the grain Slappin this sh**, THAT'll fu*k WIT YA BRAIN BOY! This is ya brain on thug(on thug) mode I suppose Plenty hoes, Panty hose, 5 times sittin on vogues 24 inch toes, robbers, lookin out for the hella-kizz-noppers We ain't proper, I'm off the main I represent heavy on the grizz 9, Intergame (Intergame) [Chorus] [Keak Da Sneak] I'm in the dope-fiend rental, tryin to paint the town Four speed honda civic and I'm breakin it down (Breakin it down) One head light plus I'm ridin spare Thermometer say a hundred, I'm takin him there It was me and Bra Heff, Ridin and smokin Side of the Oakland, livin it up, cause the 8 frame broken Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max Came up Highstreet, stopped on Fairfax Hit the liquor store, gotta get me a Remy Copped some light from Lil' O, forgot the tank on empty So I hit E-1-4 gimmie 10 on fo' A box of Philly titans, and a short box of dem 'Ports More for me, if a n***a dont smoke And I knock the baddest hoes when I ain't on hundred spokes Gimme head, lemme poke, I know her n***a, but she ain't feelin him [Chorus]