Da Streets Ain't Right Lyrics
| Song | Da Streets Ain't Right |
| Artist | Kris Kross |
| Album | Young, Rich & Dangerous |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bacharach, Canler, David ... | |
| It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha | |
| See ya picture | |
| Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha [Chorus:] | |
| Niggas in da street ain't right | |
| Every other day | |
| I keep strugglin' to keep my life | |
| And I never know when | |
| I gotta go, so | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Cause niggas they don't know how to act [Mack Daddy:] | |
| It's Monday night and | |
| I'm out Chillin' with my girl, top down 500 | |
| SL pumpin' some sounds | |
| Now me I'm in | |
| Versace from my head to toe | |
| Lookin' for a place to go | |
| So I can spend my dough | |
| I found a spot, jumped out | |
| My girl was hot, no doubt | |
| And that was all | |
| I heard these bustas talkin' about | |
| Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit | |
| And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip | |
| I kept walkin', but all they did was follow | |
| Tryin' to flex | |
| Talkin' about ym girls titties | |
| And the jewels around my neck | |
| Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off | |
| And I can see these little bustas | |
| Tryin' to play me for soft | |
| I heard "stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck" | |
| I said "What?" | |
| Fightin' back hit my mind | |
| But it's a waste of time cause | |
| I ain't got my nine | |
| And these... [Chorus x2] [Daddy Mack:] | |
| Now I done did all this work | |
| So I can be the man | |
| Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan | |
| Not knowin' | |
| I done had some homies watchin' | |
| Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me | |
| Cause I'm flossin', hit the streets left and right | |
| Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight | |
| I heard somebody yell "112" that's the spot | |
| So I hit the parking lot | |
| Not thinkin' of gettin' got | |
| Cause it's mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere | |
| But niggas don't know how to act and they don't care | |
| I heard "freeze" from these four niggas | |
| That I knew, that | |
| I knew from back in grade school | |
| I said "What's up?" | |
| He said "What's up?" | |
| It's on Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome | |
| I said "Homes, you ain't even gots to trip Cause I ain't even tryin' to die over materialistics" [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Bacharach, Canler, David ... | |
| It' s the ones that smoke blunts wit cha | |
| See ya picture | |
| Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha Chorus: | |
| Niggas in da street ain' t right | |
| Every other day | |
| I keep strugglin' to keep my life | |
| And I never know when | |
| I gotta go, so | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Cause niggas they don' t know how to act Mack Daddy: | |
| It' s Monday night and | |
| I' m out Chillin' with my girl, top down 500 | |
| SL pumpin' some sounds | |
| Now me I' m in | |
| Versace from my head to toe | |
| Lookin' for a place to go | |
| So I can spend my dough | |
| I found a spot, jumped out | |
| My girl was hot, no doubt | |
| And that was all | |
| I heard these bustas talkin' about | |
| Now I ain' t payin' no attention to this high school skit | |
| And I ain' t even tryin' to fight over this here dip | |
| I kept walkin', but all they did was follow | |
| Tryin' to flex | |
| Talkin' about ym girls titties | |
| And the jewels around my neck | |
| Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off | |
| And I can see these little bustas | |
| Tryin' to play me for soft | |
| I heard " stick up, stick up, get down and don' t look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you' re stuck" | |
| I said " What?" | |
| Fightin' back hit my mind | |
| But it' s a waste of time cause | |
| I ain' t got my nine | |
| And these... Chorus x2 Daddy Mack: | |
| Now I done did all this work | |
| So I can be the man | |
| Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan | |
| Not knowin' | |
| I done had some homies watchin' | |
| Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me | |
| Cause I' m flossin', hit the streets left and right | |
| Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that' s tight | |
| I heard somebody yell " 112" that' s the spot | |
| So I hit the parking lot | |
| Not thinkin' of gettin' got | |
| Cause it' s mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere | |
| But niggas don' t know how to act and they don' t care | |
| I heard " freeze" from these four niggas | |
| That I knew, that | |
| I knew from back in grade school | |
| I said " What' s up?" | |
| He said " What' s up?" | |
| It' s on Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome | |
| I said " Homes, you ain' t even gots to trip Cause I ain' t even tryin' to die over materialistics" Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Bacharach, Canler, David ... | |
| It' s the ones that smoke blunts wit cha | |
| See ya picture | |
| Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha Chorus: | |
| Niggas in da street ain' t right | |
| Every other day | |
| I keep strugglin' to keep my life | |
| And I never know when | |
| I gotta go, so | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Cause niggas they don' t know how to act Mack Daddy: | |
| It' s Monday night and | |
| I' m out Chillin' with my girl, top down 500 | |
| SL pumpin' some sounds | |
| Now me I' m in | |
| Versace from my head to toe | |
| Lookin' for a place to go | |
| So I can spend my dough | |
| I found a spot, jumped out | |
| My girl was hot, no doubt | |
| And that was all | |
| I heard these bustas talkin' about | |
| Now I ain' t payin' no attention to this high school skit | |
| And I ain' t even tryin' to fight over this here dip | |
| I kept walkin', but all they did was follow | |
| Tryin' to flex | |
| Talkin' about ym girls titties | |
| And the jewels around my neck | |
| Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off | |
| And I can see these little bustas | |
| Tryin' to play me for soft | |
| I heard " stick up, stick up, get down and don' t look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you' re stuck" | |
| I said " What?" | |
| Fightin' back hit my mind | |
| But it' s a waste of time cause | |
| I ain' t got my nine | |
| And these... Chorus x2 Daddy Mack: | |
| Now I done did all this work | |
| So I can be the man | |
| Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan | |
| Not knowin' | |
| I done had some homies watchin' | |
| Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me | |
| Cause I' m flossin', hit the streets left and right | |
| Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that' s tight | |
| I heard somebody yell " 112" that' s the spot | |
| So I hit the parking lot | |
| Not thinkin' of gettin' got | |
| Cause it' s mack, players, pimps, and dips everywhere | |
| But niggas don' t know how to act and they don' t care | |
| I heard " freeze" from these four niggas | |
| That I knew, that | |
| I knew from back in grade school | |
| I said " What' s up?" | |
| He said " What' s up?" | |
| It' s on Give it all up and then he showed me his chrome | |
| I said " Homes, you ain' t even gots to trip Cause I ain' t even tryin' to die over materialistics" Chorus x2 |
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