The Streets (Re-Twist|Explicit) - WC/Snoop Dogg/Nate Dogg

Lyrics by：Scott Storch/Nathaniel Hale/William Calhoun/Calvin Broadus

Composed by：Scott Storch/Nathaniel Hale/William Calhoun/Calvin Broadus

Produced by：Scott Storch

Re-twist

What's up Snoop

Uh yeah a lil' bit louder

Right there

In the name of the streets

Click click booyah

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 wit' it off the ric wit' it

Blue beanie knitted freshly acquitted

Grind grimy the thick body and big body

With lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Mojave

Sellin' global bailin' career felon

Escalade three braid beard wearin'

F**k it I thug for free and thug to eat

Niggas call me hog head 'cause I love the cheese uh

Gangstas hustlers pimps if you follow me

Uh-huh

Let me see you put them hands up like a 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 gonna 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

It's the itty bitty nigga from the city they call L.B.

L.B.

What y'all know about the D-O-G

I keep my peeps wit' a bag of treats

On the streets

My nephews beat that beat and keep that heat

In the cut and indiscreet

Me and Dub-C Crippin' cousins in this industry

A lot of y'all pretend to be

Wanna 'C' 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

Braids on make done don't want none

And just 'cause we talkin' what you doin' C walkin'

It's not just a dance it's a way of livin'

Now if you C walkin' you best to C Crippin'

And that goes for kids too and R&B singers

Nigga quit Crip walkin' if you ain't a gang banger

I'm gonna roll

I'm gonna roll

I'm gon' stay fly

I'm gonna 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 ho

I ain't a hater I'm a player so I f**ked 'em both

In the name of the streets

This is for them G nigga

Dub-S in my east nigga

Both sides street nigga

This is for them DJ's coast to coast movin' this

Spinnin' on them turntables that bomb Peruvian

Smashers best trappers for cash and dumpin' blunt ashes

Outta them S-Classes

This is for them riders ridin' for the M's

Ghetto a*s nigga on them big shiny rims

Uh-huh

Flash and you're back at you bringin' the massacre

Droppin' on you drastic another hood classic

Dub the ghetto Heisman seein' more cabbage

A street nigga 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

Comin' at 'em

I'm in a pea coat and Stacy Adams

You're lookin' at him

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

Yeah

Dub-C

The ghetto Heisman

In the name of the streets

Swingin' through a hood near you