Artist/Band:
South Park Mexican
Lyrics for Song: Streets On Beats
Lyrics for Album: Hustle Town [1998]
[Low-G]
Yeppa yeppa homeboys
It's your nigga Low-G
Puttin' it down for the nina nuevo
We givin' props, but we did this quick
So don't trip, if we forgot yo clique
[Spm]
I move a hundred pounds in my Hustle Town
Come around fuck em down with my underground
Puffin' pow wow clouds in my teepee
But my hina hollerin' release me
Prime time like shines on the high mimes
Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times
Another fool puttin' down the truth
You can't fuck with the riddla on the roof
Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better
If she wanna go fuck the hoe let her
The wandera' , hill wood hustla
Turn your back on your girl and I, uh,
Straight clownin' my H-town
Is you hoes really ready for the take down?
Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round
Pop pop, make your whole clique catch the Greyhound
Getto Boyz, Master P, Dj Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,
Ese Fools, Ice T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy
We, put the streets on beats
Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlas, Most Hated,
Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,
We, put the streets on beats
[Spm]
Stickin' moves, hittin' licks, sweep 'em left to right
Act a fool when I want to chek the mic
Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-gray lac'
I jump in this shit and there's no way back
Creep the seven seven Seville convertible
My Cadillac got a 3-foot vertical jump in the front
Bumpin' the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunkin' my blunt
I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience
Got a dopehouse in seven locations
Proffesional, but don't test my testicles
On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo
Gotta have it, causin panic with an automatic
And leaving myself, no one else saw the magic
Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild
Put the streets on beats, who trippin' now?
Run DMC, Krs-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,
Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G
We, put the streets on beats
Dj Quick, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,
20-2-Life, N.W.A, Lil Kim, Rasheed
We, put the streets on beats
[Spm]
I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national
It's understandable, not to mention
What I'm stressin' leave second guessin'
Dope sell itself, saw my Cd steady pressin'
You can't see me, I flow so freely
You motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed
Just to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on Cd
See mo' pussy-cat than tweety
From the underground nation, layin' foundation
The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'
Did a lot of wrong but mom stay calm
Cause' now I drop bombs on cd roms
You rap's get pimp slapped, you kickin' bubble gum
Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion
Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'
Trinity Garden, E.S.G, Street Military, Bam, AI-D,
K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany
We, put the streets on beats
Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,
Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill,
Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho,W.C.
We, put the streets on beats
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