On the porch, on the porch Smoking reefa Yeah Yeah I woke up early Saturday morning, sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes
From the south to the bottom it's the brand new trick (M.I.A., down south) (Yo, yo college park) And if you never been down south before (Get up, get
ain't trickin' for a broad I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on blades My whole click livin'
ride Till I find a girl to slip inside Ice Cube ain't never been shot Ain't never got, got up in the parking lot Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental South
On the street you let it be Consider it my joint account With one who really needs it Oh, streetcorner ambassador Back from Vietnam or up from the south
never walked the hall Plus you wasn't in the streets you only hustle in your sleep That's why they call it street dreams you niggas sweet I ain't skip a beat
so happens I'm so illegal with the pen They ain't want me to do anythin' illegal again I lost a lot of dawgs to these streets I got Grammy awards on these beats
My girl Sasha Lookin' good on the street Mannequin was filmed at Woolworth's Boyz II Men, still keepin' up the beat, yeah Freedom of '76 Fairmount Park
a gang of that shit man Hey I'll tell you what We'll all have a good time We'll pull on the drug And hey, hey if everybody try on the mike I'll tell
?Woo, good morning ladies?, you like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man, I tell you what My man on the guitar, fool on the drums
, blaow! Look at y'all runnin your mouth again when you ain't seen a fuckin Mile Road, South of 10 And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
to come up and swang or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade you know Im always on my paper chase always get my green, always on my lean me and
just tellin' you what it is like, I'm ballin Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Whattup beat [Incomprehensible] I see you on the beat mo' betta I'm comin'
door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah, that's how we do it on the western
rompin Crusin through the East Side South of Compton See a big a** And I said 'word' I took a look at the face And the bitch was to the curb Hoe on my
us Like the sun because we?re hot, hot It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street
in vein In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself [Chorus] [South Park
[verse 1: shadow ramirez] You got g's maan please I'm overseas I got the beats to keep you blowin on trees Keep them hoes on they knees I'm as cold as