Mc Ren - Who Got That Street Shit Lyrics
(chorus) 2xNigga who the ***** got that street shit (compton niggas)Nigga who the ***** got that street shit (parks niggas)Nigga who the ***** got that street shit (la niggas)My nigga who the ***** got that street shit (real niggas)(mc ren)A mother*****in fiend, before I became a teenThe villain was *****in with *****es instead of cones or ice creamNiggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymesThese niggas dont be havin no lyricsAll they talk about is nines and chronicThe villain be doing that but I can switch upKick some unreleased shit nigga pick your ***** upThe villain be killin you niggas thats running with clicksRen be own emNiggas be running with clicks cause they cant do it on they own lonesomeFrom cpt to nyc, I keeps it hot*****es be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots.Ten years of damage mother*****ing rap godTraded in the daytons on the foe with 3 tripodsThe villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause I mightBe uniden-tah-fied if I come whack, mothe*****ers late at nightNiggas be waking up forgetting the whole thingNigga it aint over till the hoe sing, ***** sing it(chorus) 2x(mc ren)Aint shit changed, still making *****es *****s hotHanging with niggas from compton carryin big glocks*****ing em car hops trippin off some paint and gold dz*****es be happy to hold theseHanging with rap niggas like lez and joe clairNiggas from compton multiply and seen everywhereMaking your spot hot attract the feds and protestKidnapping *****es and make the scene grotesqueReal niggas and *****es niggas hanging outCpt dwelling shots reigning outSelling coke, hoes taking dicks down they throat***** niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom noteNew release, promotin *****ing policeCrooked mother*****ers hot cause I wont give em a pieceMc mother*****in ren back at chaNiggas bit my shit the villain aint mad at cha(chorus) 2x(mc ren)A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lashSame hoes when I was little, *****ing niggas for cashNow they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dopeStuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they throatSome on they tittys, ankles and assEvery neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the pastThey be at the clubs, *****s used upThey tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised upReal niggas turn the light outNigga till they childs throughThese hoes today be havin niggas rob youJust to come up, so niggas can ***** em with cheap weedMakin mother*****ers go and drop a week seedThinkin they max julie fake ass macksAll the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sackWhos getting played nigga you or the hoeThese *****es be *****in you and your doeNiggas ***** it!(chorus) 2x
