King of the Streets - Boosie Badazz

When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets

When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street

And the streets need me

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

I think I’m the king of the streets

This for my dogs in the pen, who can’t get a call in the pen

This ex’s nigga, he a bitch, don’t wanna let him talk to his kids

This is all that I know, this is all that I know

This is all that I know, it’s the streets, nigguh

Get bodies and pistols and duckin' them hitters

I hold my court in the streets

In the streets they buy my music, (when you ride)

You gon' hear a lot of Boosie, (they go loud)

Lot of women, lot of groupies, (slip and slide)

Slidin' in 'em like Jacuzzi

If you where I’m from, If you where I’m from

Then you understand, you understand

Gotta get out this hellhole, we got a plan

Get out the ghetto and feed our little man

Go get the millions and get us some land

No snitchin', fuck snitchin', No snitchin', fuck snitchin'

This is the (streets), Project nigguhs need me

(streets), West love me like Eazy

They know I’m the king of the streets, (beast)

The streets need me, but all the real nigguhs like me, they gon' get lost with

these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real

The streets need me (me, me, me)

I got y’all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets,

I’ll never let us down, believe that

When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets

When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street, nigguh

And the streets need me

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

I think I’m the king of the streets

This talkin' that G shit, (Boosie)

This talkin' that street shit, (Badazz)

Street shit mixed with G shit

Gold jewelry then half a key shit

I’m a real nigguh, show you how to get a bag, (no bodybag)

Motivation, if you look at me you gon' be like, damn, I gotta get a bag

Everybody goin' commercial, probably why I can’t get a commercial

But fuck 'em, I got the streets in my palm

Dead homies on my arm, (Rest in peace, nigguh)

Louisiana in the swamp, dirty laundry in the trunk

Droppin' every other month, in the section cuttin' up

I spit the real and I

Be touchin' my people inside

I make them vibe, you ain’t gotta be high

My music go loud, somebody gon' die

Rock-a-bye

This the life in the streets

Fuck tuckin' in your pillow, tuck your rifle to sleep

The streets need me (me, me, me), but all the real nigguhs like me,

they gon' get lost with these other bullshit ass motherfuckers, for real

The streets need me (me, me, me)

I got y’all, I got the nigguhs in the pen, I got the nigguhs in the streets,

I’ll never let us down, believe that

When everybody left the streets, mayne I never left the streets

When they stopped rappin' bout the streets I kept it street

And the streets need me

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

The king of the street shit, I know it

I think I’m the king of the streets

Cold water in the pot, uncle told me get it hot

Mayne, that hard, now that’s the rhyme, nigguh