Street N*gga Lyrics - Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2 - E-40

Ugh, street nigga man (steet nigga) 

Street nigga man 

You a street nigga bra 

Street nigga man (steet nigga) 

Hello 

Street nigga, all my life i've been thuging heavily influenced by niggas that ain't got nothin 

And these hoes don't want no squares 

They want a nigga that's hustlin 

Even though squares be having 

Just as much paper than niggas 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 grass 

Smokin a cross blunt light it up on 3 ends and it burns down to one 

Nigga-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 

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I'm a street outta here street nigga 

These hoes love me but I ain't a sweet nigga 

I'm a street nigga neva been a weak nigga 

Solid as they come I'm concrete nigga 

I'm a street nigga I'm a street nigga 

Bring it to ya front door when i beef with you 

I'm a street nigga I'm a street nigga 

If you ain't out here in these streets i can't eat with ya 

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 fucks with elegant broads and i fucks 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 jewelry, hanging out at the rap shows 

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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 

Fuck 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 nigga not a rap nigga this is the soundtrack of my life 

Hood figure not a bitch nigga a fixture roll the dice 

Trunk full a kid niggas in my whip and Harley bikes 

Play a fixture for false and my folks will cut off ya lights