Song | From Tha Streetz |
Artist | Mack 10 |
Album | Best Of Mack 10 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carter, Fletcher, Green ... | |
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto | |
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin | |
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's | |
Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's | |
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears | |
Three time felons with the tattooed tears | |
For all the homies out there that cook it up good | |
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood | |
Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D | |
Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me | |
I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers | |
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers | |
Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left | |
cause real street riders, let em roll to the death | |
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay | |
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday | |
Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted | |
It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought? | |
Chorus: Mack 10 | |
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets | |
Tell em where I'm from! | |
From the streets | |
I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come | |
[Mack 10] | |
I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys | |
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise | |
for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently | |
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley | |
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind | |
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine | |
I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill | |
I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for real | |
So check my resume and tell me what it say | |
I'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay | |
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g. | |
Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TV | |
Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one | |
When you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it done | |
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack | |
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
[Mack 10] | |
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss | |
See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids | |
If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks | |
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx | |
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills | |
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills | |
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note | |
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh | |
Killas on my payroll's a chain of command | |
but my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha | |
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin | |
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin | |
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat | |
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street | |
Ain't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respected | |
I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
[vocoder outro] | |
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo | |
From the streets.. |
zuo ci : Carter, Fletcher, Green ... | |
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto | |
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin | |
This is for the straight thuggedout, the low ride pro' s | |
Triple O. G.' s with the hot six fo' s | |
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears | |
Three time felons with the tattooed tears | |
For all the homies out there that cook it up good | |
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood | |
Whether it' s Peruvian or Ghetto D | |
Won' t you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me | |
I' m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers | |
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers | |
Puttin down thousands till there ain' t nothin left | |
cause real street riders, let em roll to the death | |
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay | |
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday | |
Was down with the truce in ninedeuce though I looted | |
It' s the Y2K and i' m still khackisuited, what you thought? | |
Chorus: Mack 10 | |
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets | |
Tell em where I' m from! | |
From the streets | |
I represent where I' m from and I' m nutty as they come | |
Mack 10 | |
I' m like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys | |
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise | |
for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently | |
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley | |
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind | |
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine | |
I ain' t worried about you busters, we ain' t scared to kill | |
I was beastin before rap, I' m a street nia for real | |
So check my resume and tell me what it say | |
I' m the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay | |
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b. g. | |
Now I' m eight figures up, and when you see me it' s TV | |
Mack ain' t getting caught up in charged with murder one | |
When you got loose you don' t do it, you simply get it done | |
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack | |
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
Mack 10 | |
Back to them O. G. gangsta for life critic piss | |
See I' m insane bangin Inglewood city kids | |
If rap fail today I' m back to cuttin chunks | |
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx | |
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills | |
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills | |
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note | |
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack oneoh | |
Killas on my payroll' s a chain of command | |
but my neighbors don' t know think I' m a family man, ha | |
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin | |
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin | |
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat | |
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street | |
Ain' t shit about me change worldwide, I' m respected | |
I' m HooBangin now but i' m still well connected, you know?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
vocoder outro | |
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo | |
From the streets.. |
zuò cí : Carter, Fletcher, Green ... | |
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto | |
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin | |
This is for the straight thuggedout, the low ride pro' s | |
Triple O. G.' s with the hot six fo' s | |
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears | |
Three time felons with the tattooed tears | |
For all the homies out there that cook it up good | |
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood | |
Whether it' s Peruvian or Ghetto D | |
Won' t you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me | |
I' m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers | |
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers | |
Puttin down thousands till there ain' t nothin left | |
cause real street riders, let em roll to the death | |
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay | |
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday | |
Was down with the truce in ninedeuce though I looted | |
It' s the Y2K and i' m still khackisuited, what you thought? | |
Chorus: Mack 10 | |
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets | |
Tell em where I' m from! | |
From the streets | |
I represent where I' m from and I' m nutty as they come | |
Mack 10 | |
I' m like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys | |
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise | |
for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently | |
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley | |
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind | |
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine | |
I ain' t worried about you busters, we ain' t scared to kill | |
I was beastin before rap, I' m a street nia for real | |
So check my resume and tell me what it say | |
I' m the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay | |
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b. g. | |
Now I' m eight figures up, and when you see me it' s TV | |
Mack ain' t getting caught up in charged with murder one | |
When you got loose you don' t do it, you simply get it done | |
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack | |
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
Mack 10 | |
Back to them O. G. gangsta for life critic piss | |
See I' m insane bangin Inglewood city kids | |
If rap fail today I' m back to cuttin chunks | |
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx | |
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills | |
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills | |
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note | |
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack oneoh | |
Killas on my payroll' s a chain of command | |
but my neighbors don' t know think I' m a family man, ha | |
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin | |
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin | |
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat | |
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street | |
Ain' t shit about me change worldwide, I' m respected | |
I' m HooBangin now but i' m still well connected, you know?? | |
Chorus 2X | |
vocoder outro | |
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo | |
From the streets.. |