[Jewel]
Street Life, don't you let it get you down
Street Life, don't you let it run you around
Street Life, don't you let it get you down
Street Life, don't you let it run you around
[Prince Ital Joe]
Yes, this one dedicated to my bredrin Snoop Dogg
Glad to see you home baby
Bigga! Yea!
Snoop Dogg the militant soldier
Mystical article holder
Tell the DEA assistant Snoop well important
We have to light up the blunt
Back in the studio we happy again
District attorney bow ya head in shame
Can't keep the good man down, dumbfucks can lick it
I then roll it up
When gonna see them I come all (?) better duck
Dive for cover and ruuun
Nigga Daz he will be blasting
Just penetrate and your head will be bumping
Free again yes him free again
Snoop Dogg my bredrin he free again
Free again yes him free again
They say he's the man that love the children
The sun rise up in the east but it sets in the west
Babylon don't test
Violent mind, then I go reap them mon
Humble and wise we have to keep on the drum
God is the greatest power in our whole universe
Once you're blessed no man's cursed
When I was a youth I used to smoke sensibly (?) paper
Oh follow me oh follow me
Now that I am a man yes I smoke it in the back in the chalawa
Oh lord
Snoop Dogg the militant soldier
Mystical article holder
Tell the DEA assistant Snoop well important
We have to light up the blunt
Rough and ready, Reggae Hip-Hop steady
We not 'fraid of the, Tom and Harry(?)
Like a pitbull with fierce when it come to war
Don't know what they fighting for
Don't forget bigger get bigger
Don't forget smaller get smaller
Don't test the criminal Kurupt
By your life, trouble will disrupt
Snoop Dogg the militant soldier
Mystical article holder
Nigga Daz he will be blasting
Just penetrate and your head will be bumping
Free again yes him free again
Snoop Dogg my bredrin he free again
Free again yes him free again
Snoop Dogg my bredrin he free again
[Snoop]
Umm, since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangster in the street life
See ain't no telling what my life might seem like
Has a gangster growing up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a nigga in the street life
See ain't no telling what my life might be like
For a nigga growing up in the street life
You can't tell me shit about the streets homie
I done seen it and done it, then living real from the phonies
Out for the money, homies maintain their composure
Since kids, we was always selling dope by the boys
Now I'ma scold a motherfucker for the chips, wanna dip
To trip on GP, straight for DP
Flipped the script, came up quick and got some riders who got my back
Snoop coliogne, I'm always down to jack
I jack for instant spot, talk then walk the walk
Niggaz who oppose automatically get stomped
Terrorizing the neighborhood, niggaz gaining they rep
Me, Style, Tah and Daz, mashing for the set
Rest in peace to deceased homeboys who ain't alive
Street life took him over now he's forced to ride
Slipping and sliding, bouncing counting my ends
To be straight, cuz times is rough for these days
Niggaz is crazy, but your fear is much greater, the innovator
Dominator, soul creater, out for the paper
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangster in the street life
See ain't no telling what my life might seem like
Has a gangster growing up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a nigga in the street life
See ain't no telling what my life might be like
Has a nigga growing up in the street life
[2Pac]
Busting and bailing, thug addicted to drug selling ki's
Got me risking the street, living catching felonies
How many niggas wanna see me gone?
You playa haters is bitches who hate to see a nigga hold his own
Forever balling and never falling
Live my life as a thug nigga now can you hear the liquor calling?
When we blaze, niggaz is blinded
My competition is minimum so, I live so, criminal minded nigga
Can you hear me? Wave your pistols in the sky
Roll a fat ass blunt, and bump the shit I bet'll get you high
They wonder why I'm hard to kill, hard to let go
How can I have fear? All my peers live on deathrow!
Don Makaveli, 45 cut next to my belly
Conversating with my nigga Dogg, lyrics so deadly
When they come to get me bring an army
An Outlaw thug motherfucker, who can harm me?
Huh, Bomb these bitches leave the tracks smoking
'Cause real Bad Boy Killaz leave them gats smoking
Ha ha, open your eyes and understand this
World ain't fair, these motherfuckers doing scandalous
Niggaz don't wanna see me hot, with my glock cocked
Drinking on Hen, screaming "FUCK THE WORLD, THIS IS THE END IN THIS STREET LIFE!"
