Sean Price
Текст песни Street Shit

You can bob to the beat bitch,
Hop on my meat quick
Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.

Corney as hell, ya'll motherfuckers bore me as well
Listen up I got a story to tell, listen, nigga
Creep, clutch, fifth
Heat, bust, quick
You die, I laugh, street justice.

When I set it off, I said it god
I want his chain, watch, car keys and credit card
Shop with a gun, shank with a knife
Catch a hollow, take your Movado
I'm a gangsta for life.

No Spanish, No Reggaton
I do damage, heavy when the dezzy blown
*pow pow*
Shit get ugly,
Day and Night we sell dope label it "Kid Cudi"
Coke habits, deviated septums
Broke ratchets, depreciated weapons
Pull your vest out now,
Say Sean is the best out now, motherfucker

Listen, I am the truth hoe
Money stack so tall when I ball, Manute Bol

You can bob to the beat bitch,
Hop on my meat quick
Hop off, pop off, Ruck on some street shit.
Motherfucker.