Snak The Ripper - What's Street? lyrics

[Chorus] Yo whats street? Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet Streets when you dont need money to eat Streets when you want a convertible caprice Cuz the real sh** you drive is a motherf**in peice Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat Streets when you wipe your a** with the socks on your feet Streets when you ain't got no cash But you dont give a f** you just sit back and laugh Thats street.. [verse 1] Yo Im as street as it gets (what) I bet you catch me rollin up some s*ut bu*t cigarettes Im proud of my backround, so i ain't afraid to say I once lived in a van with my mom out in surrey Welfare jacks comin, to an empty residence No white picket fence we just dance in the poverty This started me into a whole lotta sheisty-ness They thought i was a rotten apple til i ripened into this The man that i am ya i roll wit a gang and clan My crew is my fam, "Hot Damn Snak's the man!" A perfect plan to snatch whatever i can With four fingers on my hand f** payin imma take it mang Im slick as ice when it comes to rackin somthin nice Im losin fights when other cats be usin' mace and pipes You might think snak is wack, but Snak dont slack When it comes to writin' raps in fact, Snak's on top'a that [Chorus] Yo whats street? Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet Streets when you dont need money to eat Streets when you want a convertible caprice Cuz the real sh** you drive is a motherf**in peice Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat Streets when you wipe your a** with the socks on your feet Streets when you ain't got no cash But you dont give a f** you just sit back and laugh Yo thats street.. [verse 2] Whatchu' know about havin' a hand fulla' loonies Pickin' magic shroomies in the motherf**in' boonies Dirt bikes, freight trains, off road trucks Come to where im from if ya feel like gettin f**ed You can't stop ecetera You not gettin the respect you deserve When we serve you herbs in the burbs Like my homie smirk and all the ? that he murked 10 years puttin' in work i feel im waste in the dirt Wasted and hurt ? the flavour disperse You know that im new to the sh** and it hurts And yo my grill ain't, diamonds and gold All i got is rotten yellow chiclets with cavities and holes These weak breathes suggest i smoke only the best So hot i'd probly combust in a flame spontanious My life has s**, blood, voodoo dolls and ? for ya raps I dont like poopoo and gay s** [Chorus] Yo whats street? Streets when you got stolen shoes on your feet Streets when you dont need money to eat Streets when you want a convertible caprice Cuz the real sh** you drive is a motherf**in peice Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat Streets when you wipe your a** with the socks on your feet Streets when you ain't got no cash But you dont give a f** you just sit back and laugh Yo thats street..