From to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe I'm wit whateva Wheatstraw Stuck servin my raw sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to on this corner without gettin caught But time, a sleepin and money gettin short Plus crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole the do' swangin But I moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more when we do things Cause life is like shakin the dice, but I buck back five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin dirty Gone it to the t-top Born and bred up on the top Get to the and the sweet spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see I'm strictly stressin dirty Gone represent it to the Born and up on the street top Get to the money and the spot And forever hollering "Hootie Hoo!" we see cops
Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get dollars and cents get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent Anything goin you ain't how much money YOU spent But in the real you surrounded by these ladies and gents Who hang around you cause you be buyin all the weed and all the everybody, smokin em out When you was broke though was missin Now you ridin fo' deep, startin to tear up your suspension And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to You don't even have a checking account wasn't about no pension I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I it Continue to sell dope, it's the bills so you gon' do it But legislation got new policy, three strikes and you're ruined Now where your at? Yeah
I'm strictly stressin dirty represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the top Get to the money and the spot And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops I'm strictly dirty dirty represent it to the t-top Born and up on the street top Get to the money and the spot And hollering "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
Ay, me and my on the cut and they know we serving em slabs We better watch what we doing, and out for Joe Nab And re-ing up and standing on this same old block Before our ass partner get both of us shot talking cause they making some flow But still ain't did that ain't been done before You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for spot And improvise and with that little you got So I think when I selling my last sack take some of this money, go and give some back Cause people won't about the time you gave, knowmsayin? And start bout a path to pave
I'm strictly dirty dirty represent it to the t-top Born and up on the street top Get to the and the sweet spot And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops I'm strictly dirty dirty represent it to the t-top Born and up on the street top Get to the money and the spot And forever "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops