Streets On Beats Lyrics - Hustle Town - South Park

Yeppa yeppa homeboys 

That's the nigga low-g 

Puttin' it down for the nina eight 

We givin' prop, what we did this week 

So don't trip, if we forgot your click 

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town 

Come around fuck 'em down with my underground 

Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my t.p. 

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 ho, let her 

The wanderer, hill wood hustler, 

Turn your back on your gail and i, uh, straight clown in 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 click catch the greyhound 

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Geto boys, 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 hustlers, most hated, 

Too $hort, bone thugs, dogg pound, nas, the fugees, 

We, put the streets on beats 

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right 

Act a fool when I one two check the mic 

Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac 

I jump in this shit and there's no way back 

Creep the seven seven seville convertible 

My cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front 

Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt 

I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience 

Got a dopehouse in seven locations 

Professional, but don't test my testicles 

On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo 

Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic 

And leaving myself, no one else saw my magic 

Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild 

Put the street on beats, who trippin' now? 

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Run dmc, krs-one, mass 187, spice 1, 

Herschelwood hardheadz, tolo g, 

We, put the streets on beats 

Dj quik, big fifty snipe, criminal rage, 

20-2-life, n.w.a., lil' kim, rasheed, 

We, put the streets on beats 

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national 

It's understandable, not to mention 

What I'm stressin' leave you second guessin' 

Dope sell itself, saw my cd steady pressin' 

It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed 

Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much tv, I'm on cd 

See mo' pussy-cat than tweety! 

On 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 

Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum 

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, al-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