ass law no love Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz All the real niggas in the streets with
We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between
man you better keep quiet. iguana seats inside it, I'm flying on auto pilot Deep in these streets, spittin crack on these beats. But the word on the street
on ice, now that's a cold case Never forget where you come or that block'll bang you I keep my ear to the streets like a cocker spaniel I cock and blast
drama than a lil' bit I don't advise you to talk about it unless you lived it My pedal to the metal while I'm thinkin' 'bout all of my dogs I lost in the streets
the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets
told em kids I?ll never forget He went to jail on Holland Road, for tryn to piss Hit my auntie Trina tho, lookin for my cousin Looked at me cross da street
, the funk docta Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs Johnny blaze
bankroll Buy me a Benz and keep my tank full 'Cause other than that, I don't need no brood $hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog I got all my game from East Oakland's street
you doing with all that stack? Bitch seen all four walls had plaques She go on and drop them drawls Don't take to long, she can't stop the law with street
don't really care what you call me just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote streets
really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Streets
on the prowl Goin through my life with a permanent frown But still you stood by me and you got me here safely Never turned away from me when others lost
care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me bro I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets
I'll call my folks he be at the door Connecting four, marine batteries on the side of my trunk To go with them other four batteries that piling the pumps
up 'Cos I got cherry pet further Now I'm feeling good 'cos I'm off my feet Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street And they saying My name
, runaway slave Runaway, runaway slave Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having
up (up) 'Cause you be bluffin in the streets I let the dogs out, then I let the hogs out, 'til it's nothin in the street There is nothin industry or Hollywood