Street Kings Lyrics

[Verse one]

f**k it

yo

who the best mc on the west? by far its me

and in my car is a continental tea

and my broad in that continental suite

with the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherf**kers

beef with the kid click-clack motherf**kers

let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers

get jacked motherf**ker when you come to compton

get a mack motherf**ker when you come to compton

i walk through times square holdin my johnson

a cross style make a jada make a run threw yonkers

i got d-blocks like the locks

and these glocks like to pop

and n**** i like your watch

so roll over you can die with the jury

first n**** take the stand to testify he gunna die with the jury

and i might kidnap the judge or send a team to lean on you so the D.A budge

i got n****** that'll ride for a grand so handover my rock

or like earl manson you can die where you stand or you can die with your man

i'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down

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you know this gl shit we got g's on the line or g's on the squad all week on the grind

and if you doubt that step up 'cause we aint hard to find

street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us

[verse two]

ima take it to the next

take it to a motherf**kin neck

pull up on a n***** holdin triggers n tecks

we droppin square beads

you easy to read

this is the end of the road for whole ass mc's

smoke grass by the pound

glock holds 17 rounds

and the flow'll knock any n**** down

rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people

tell them that i shitted on you n*****

like i was a flock a seagulls

infared beam like a traffic jam at night

handle any man in sight

with his hands upon a mic

wanna light i got the torch

im the best california a north

for any n***** puttin flamed on a porche

and never drive on

bitch your gunna die on

san quinn for and five catch a live one

bust shots at the clouds

so we can shine some

get up off ur ass

and n**** and grind some

[chorus]

flash f**kers on the tip of the gat

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ill open u up like a mat

even if u heard'at i squirted and murdered a man

and these new school n***** talk like we heard of them plans

two two millimeters got up up in your man

gettin off on you n***** and your mini-mans

only thing runnin is blood n***** so gimme a grand

so we will bust your head n**** straight through your hand

or get off in yo ass n**** like jackie chan

and when its all said and done it's a one will stand

gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man

185 miles per hour man

i stay cooralatin with the taliban

i show up (show up, show up, show up, show up)

n***** talk about money they forgot the struggle

try to paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle

pieces of a puzzle

guzzlin pints watchin the moonlight

in the sun light

more gun fights

penetentary fly three kites

ive seen more pussys turn to mics than mices turn to man

so n***** take the stand get stomped by another mans hand

got me naughious in my abdomin

got me servin grams again

grams rapped in rubber bands

22's on them rubbers man

slow rollin dro blowin im gettin rich you see my fro growin ho's knowin i pimp them to the fullest

respect a gangsta you can shoot but i eat to the bullets

i shit missles

eyeballs look like crystals

my shits official

its your man motion man and merifrista

yo yo yo yo

its luke and everything i sit on fat

n***** be like oh shit how a n**** shit on that?

y'all see a n**** grit on tracks

f**k with the red beam

get a n**** hit on that

f**k with the real thing not the 760

the reason that they took the fair team to get me

you dont want it with my dogs

you got teeni guys

i mean itsy bitsy little tiny weeni guys

i done seen them guys

bought as big as my gats

and aint even got enough strength to pull on that

you want real hard core shit i be on that

cop the xlt u put threes on that

put cheese on hats

when luchi goes n squeeze on gats

and leave these on flats

g's messin low they got g's on that

and have your momma outside screamin please dont clap

[chorus]