Sean Price - Street sh** lyrics

You can bob to the beat b**h, Hop on my meat quick Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street sh**. Corney as hell, ya'll motherf**ers bore me as well Listen up I got a story to tell, listen, n***a Creep, clutch, fifth Heat, bust, quick You die, I laugh, street justice. When I set it off, I said it god I want his chain, watch, car keys and credit card Shop with a gun, shank with a knife Catch a hollow, take your Movado I'm a gangsta for life. No Spanish, No Reggaton I do damage, heavy when the dezzy blown *pow pow* sh** get ugly, Day and Night we sell dope label it "Kid Cudi" Coke habits, deviated septums Broke ratchets, depreciated weapons Pull your vest out now, Say Sean is the best out now, motherf**er Listen, I am the truth hoe Money stack so tall when I ball, Manute Bol You can bob to the beat b**h, Hop on my meat quick Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street sh**. Motherf**er.