Street Shit Letra

Black Saun!

[Bridge: Sheek Louch]
Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! - Ghost

[Styles P (Sheek Louch):]
Money green, (haha!) weed green, hood black, heart black (OOOOWWW!)
And never let 'em see where you live, where you park at!
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash that;
Never let the beef ride long, go squash that!
You can shoot it out - or go and peace it up;
If we was in jail I would make you give your sneakers up!
Cause I'm a loyalist, - and I spray shit!
The.44 make niggaz look like crawfish.
Cause you seafood. - So go on sleep with 'em!
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em!
Matter fact; - I'm a keep it street with 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even speak with him!
I keep it G from the get-go;
Real go-getter, and I let my shit blow!
You don't wanna get your shit broke;
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your shit broke!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
G'eah, uh! - Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? - Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! (G'EAH!) ('ey, ayo, homie! that's my nigga, son!)
Bitch! - This ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada! (you can't fuck with us, son!)
This street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say: "nada"! - G'eah! (ayo! tell the bitch right now!)

[Sheek Louch:]
Ayo! - It's never gon' be another (Don Guerilla!)
Shocked the world with the half face gorilla cover. (OOOWWW!)
Clip on top of each other. (YEEEAAAH!) - Now e'rybody wanna listen to the G (Sheek!)
Funny I'm on the plane watchin' (hahahaaa!) "Get Him To The Greek"! (whoooo!)
Twenty-thousand when I land just to listen when I speak; (uh-huh!)
Bully? - He in my will somewhere, he like to eat! (long as I'm aliiiiive!)
"I Get High, " high like P's song ('EEEEEEEY!)
That's why my shades on! - Used to be in love with Nia Long. (whooooo!)
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong; (HELLO!)
That's means more bitches more haters on my song. (is this thing OOON?!)
But I don't go back and forth; me, no ping-pong! (uh-uh!)
Donny at your door like Avon. - DING-DONG! (BLAAOOW!)
Yeah! - Me and my E-Hawk (HAHAAAA!)
Pop them things off on your block then later we pop klikko! (OOOWWW!)
Hah! - Amazing, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go 'head and pain it! - G'eah! (G'EAH!)

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]
G'eah! - Bang like them white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your favorite rapper, he's not shit!
My catalogue is colossus
Blunt for the prelude. - One for the process!
Perform with a swarm of fully loaded objects;
Make it clearer than Podus ring.
I'm reachin for my phone cause I hear it before it ring;
I'm reachin' for my gun cause I hear it before it ring.
In the hood, I'm a muse!
Phantom that's verbal. - Demolition in the booth!
Slicker than the oil that you get at the masseuse;
Chrome thing with the conehead in the goose!
Addin' in the Coupe. - Subtractin' what I shoot.
Get in with a axe and some matches and a noose.
You have no idea - on the havoc I produce;
Till it's way too late. - The brain matter's on your shoes!

[Chorus]