The Streets - Re-Twist

Re-Twist

What's up, Snoop?

Yeah

Turn the music up a little bit

(Da-da-da) uh, yeah

(La-da-da) a little bit louder, right there

(Da-da-da, in the name of the streets)

Click-click, boo-ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh-huh)

Nigga let the games begin, as I stand in

Tossed the tall can on a campus

Out the land of the scandalous, takin' penitentiary chances

Sick with it, off the ric with it

Blue beanie knitted, freshly acquitted

Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body

With lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Mojave

Sellin', global bailin', career felon

Escalade three-braid beer wearin'

Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat

Niggas call me hog head 'cause I love the cheese

Gangstas, hustlers, pimps, if ya follow me (ah-ha)

Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery (robbery)

I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the C

I spit in the name of the streets

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gon' stay fly)

I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)

Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)

(In the name of the streets)

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gon' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB (LB)

What y'all know about the D-O-G?

I keep my peeps wit' a bag of treats (treats)

On the streets, my nephews beat that beat and keep that heat

In the cut and indiscreet

Me and Dub-C cripping cousins in this industry

A lot of y'all pretend to be

Wanna 'ce' friends with me, and then wanna sleep with the enemy?

Want some, get some, bad enough take some

Suckers poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one

Break son, make done, don't want none

And just 'cause we're talkin', what you doin', C-walking?

It's not just a dance, it's a way of living

Now if ya C-walking, ya best to 'ce' Cripping

And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers

Nigga, quit Crip walking if you ain't a gangbanger

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gon' stay fly)

I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)

Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)

(In the name of the streets)

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gon' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

I told a woman I don't love her, but she wants to go

I told another that I want her, but she wants to hoe

I ain't a hater, I'm a player, so I fucked 'em both

In the name of the streets

This is for them G niazz, Dub-S and my East niazz

Both side street niazz

This is for them DJ's coast-to-coast movin' this

Spinning them turntables that bomb Peruvian

Smashous, best trappers for cash and

Dumpin' blunt ashes outta them S-Classes

This is for them riders, ridin' for them M's

Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims (uh-huh)

Thrashin' ya, back at ya, bringin' it massive

I drop it on ya drastic, another hood classic

Dump the 'Ghetto Heisman', seeing 'more cabbage'

A street nia livin' on CEO status

Unlock the rack, Def Jam, cock it back

Recess is over, I want my spot back

Who's the next out the city to blow, coming at 'em

In a Pea coat and Stacy Adams, you're lookin' at 'em

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gon' stay fly)

I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)

Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)

(In the name of the streets)

I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)

I'm gon' rich ride (I'm gon' rich ride)

I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)

Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

(Da-da-d) yeah

(Da-da-daa) W.C.

(Da-da-da) the Ghetto Heisman

(La-da-da) in the name of the streets)

Swinging through a hood near you