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Hip Hop
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Genre
Charts
Peak #4,038
Peak in subgenre #2,065
Author
Burnout
Uploaded
February 09, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Anotha day livin in da streets of east LA//
where nigga's frames get shot lookin like window panes//
i can feel da pain, reason why i ink they names//
same rugger always spray thru da streets of LA//
(X2)
On the streets of LA Kool-Aid is the cities favorite Drink
And real niggas stay away from the pink//
No sportin faggot shit to have a dick means to know when to duck down
wassup now Uzi's spray you'll get a bullet in ya mug (Blao)//
Rockin white is ya best bet look like you from the eastcoast
That only makes the blood sho up better get buttered with wheat toast//
And Guns is the only way to stay alive
kids joinin gangs finding it aint what it seems niggas should stay deprived//
Blasting on a punk ass, Mashing when in duck pass
Cash in when i touch ass, Mackin when i fuck fast//
Delivery given me hickeys and moral problems
I got em solved and tourist niggas i gotta rob em//
Money is tight kid crumple ya twenties fold ya ones
And keep them in plenties and watch ya niggas they envy//
Lay them away and to the true God we pray
Hand on ya grip cuz dis another day in the streets of LA//
Anotha day livin in da streets of east LA//
where nigga's frames get shot lookin like window panes//
i can feel da pain, reason why i ink they names//
same rugger always spray thru da streets of LA//
(X2)
im from da home of hydraulics, drugs, crips and bloods//
ya know dat LA's on it, wit raw clips and hoods//
from compton to inglewood, Longbeach to downtown//
stayin ridin low coz we holdin it down//
school of hard knocks wit blood on da pavement//
and every block be wearin colors as a statement//
where fellony is a nigga's occupation//
up in da streets sellin weed juz to make it//
where beef is beta served like workin "swap-meats"//
niggas swerve hittin curves juz to make glocks meet//
pimped rides collides decorated by subz//
west side fo life, elevatin da Dubs//
Money is tight crumple ya twenties kid fold ya ones//
And keep them in plenties and watch niggas because they envy//
Lay them away and to the true God we pray//
Hand on ya grip cuz dis another day in the streets of LA//
Anotha day livin in da streets of east LA//
where nigga's frames get shot lookin like window panes//
i can feel da pain, reason why i ink they names//
same rugger always spray thru da streets of LA//
(X2)
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