The Streets (Re-Twist) Songtext
von WC

Re-Twist
What′s up, Snoop?
Yeah
Turn the music up a little bit
(Da-da-da) uh, yeah
(La-da-da) a little bit louder, right there
(Da-da-da, in the name of the streets)

Click-click, boo-ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh-huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I stand in
Tossed the tall can on a campus
Out the land of the scandalous, takin' penitentiary chances
Sick with it, off the ric with it
Blue beanie knitted, freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body
With lyrics and ′draulics hotter than the Mojave


Sellin', global bailin', career felon
Escalade three-braid beer wearin′
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me hog head ′cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlers, pimps, if ya follow me (ah-ha)
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery (robbery)
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the C
I spit in the name of the streets

I'm gonna roll (I′m gonna roll)
I'm gon′ stay fly (I'm gon′ stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
(In the name of the streets)
I′m gonna roll (I′m gonna roll)
I'm gon′ rich ride (I'm gon′ rich ride)
I'm gonna ball (I′m gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB (LB)
What y'all know about the D-O-G?
I keep my peeps wit' a bag of treats (treats)
On the streets, my nephews beat that beat and keep that heat
In the cut and indiscreet
Me and Dub-C cripping cousins in this industry
A lot of y′all pretend to be
Wanna ′ce' friends with me, and then wanna sleep with the enemy?


Want some, get some, bad enough take some
Suckers poppin′ off, I'm ′bout to take one
Break son, make done, don't want none
And just ′cause we're talkin', what you doin′, C-walking?
It′s not just a dance, it's a way of living
Now if ya C-walking, ya best to ′ce' Cripping
And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers
Nigga, quit Crip walking if you ain′t a gangbanger

I'm gonna roll (I′m gonna roll)
I'm gon' stay fly (I′m gon′ stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I′m gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
(In the name of the streets)
I'm gonna roll (I′m gonna roll)
I'm gon′ rich ride (I'm gon' rich ride)
I′m gonna ball (I′m gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

I told a woman I don't love her, but she wants to go
I told another that I want her, but she wants to hoe
I ain′t a hater, I'm a player, so I fucked ′em both
In the name of the streets

This is for them G niazz, Dub-S and my East niazz
Both side street niazz
This is for them DJ's coast-to-coast movin′ this
Spinning them turntables that bomb Peruvian
Smashous, best trappers for cash and
Dumpin' blunt ashes outta them S-Classes
This is for them riders, ridin' for them M′s
Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims (uh-huh)

Thrashin′ ya, back at ya, bringin' it massive
I drop it on ya drastic, another hood classic
Dump the ′Ghetto Heisman', seeing ′more cabbage'
A street nia livin′ on CEO status
Unlock the rack, Def Jam, cock it back
Recess is over, I want my spot back
Who's the next out the city to blow, coming at 'em
In a Pea coat and Stacy Adams, you′re lookin′ at 'em

I′m gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I′m gon' stay fly (I′m gon' stay fly)
I'm gonna bust (I′m gonna bust)
Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high)
(In the name of the streets)
I′m gonna roll (I'm gonna roll)
I′m gon' rich ride (I′m gon' rich ride)
I′m gonna ball (I'm gonna ball)
Hold my hood up high (in the name of the streets)

(Da-da-d) yeah
(Da-da-daa) W.C.
(Da-da-da) the Ghetto Heisman
(La-da-da) in the name of the streets)
Swinging through a hood near you