Yeah, this is for the people This is street radio for unsung hero Ridin' in the Regal, tryin' to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
custom made it Paid wit big faces, if it's broken, replace it Now it's like that, Purple Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' piggyback I represent them street
while me and lil wack you up Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin' Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin' We used to rush the customers
ice and a Porsche? I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom
likes it..the hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets
see the goods I got About how there's one in every neighborhood Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks You know it ain't too hard to tell That every member of my street
gettin' faded Buddah king had seen the green proton I'm bringing it on right back home to Don Many different strains of erb in my brain I'm slippin' through customs
keep it gritty so they get it, they feel me, the flow Is known for touchin' the soul of street hustlers I speak in the language they know I keep customers
your city like "give me that twice" Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I won't give 'em a slice Up in the mornin, got them customers callin I'm a hustler
hustlin' to make a deal with But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal with it Walk down the right road 'cuz the streets are so cold You betta
club with this dogg Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody [Chorus] [The Game:] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston the 21 strapped in Dominican chick ridin shotty all strapped in Customize
motherfuckin'-Fifty Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville I've got a license to kill And as for these bitches on the street, that
Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission Swollen Membership on a Cali to Van mission. [Chorus: Iriscience] Passport stamped up at the station Through customs
Testing, one-two, yeah, one-two [Ghostface Killah] I've lived the life of Sonny Carson Favorite slacks was the baby blue knitted sharkskins Custom
baby all gravy gotta feel me Heh heh, feel me Lil' Wheezy gat go blakah Feel heat, feel sleepy, here's your mattress Chill, I'm still street deep, I
to the street back to the wall mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll {Jadakiss} I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers
American me and the company of few Ia??m Ali, Jordan, Tiger, Tyson, Gretzky, Lemieux (Hook) Ia??m a product of the seventies baby! I push products on a customer
street We can get the heat and... Niggas want beef, we can take it to the street and We can get it on like... Niggas want beef, we can take it to the street