What's Street? - Snak the Ripper

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 shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice

Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat

Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet

Streets when you ain’t got no cash

But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh

Thats street.

Yo Im as street as it gets (what)

I bet you catch me rollin up some slut butt 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

Fuck 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

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 shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice

Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat

Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet

Streets when you ain’t got no cash

But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh

Yo thats street.

Whatchu' know about havin' a hand fulla' loonies

Pickin' magic shroomies in the motherfuckin' boonies

Dirt bikes, freight trains, off road trucks

Come to where im from if ya feel like gettin fucked

You can’t stop ecetera

You not gettin the respect you deserve

When we serve you herbs in the burbs

Like my homie smirk at all the freights 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 shit 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 sex, blood, voodoo dolls and bounced cheques for ya raps

I dont like poopoo and gay sex

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 shit you drive is a motherfuckin peice

Streets when you still slang rocks when theres cops on the beat

Streets when you wipe your ass with the socks on your feet

Streets when you ain’t got no cash

But you dont give a fuck you just sit back and laugh

Yo thats street.