Testo Da Streets Ain't Right - Kris Kross
Testo della canzone Da Streets Ain't Right (Kris Kross), tratta dall'album Tonite's Tha Night - EP
It's the ones that smoke blunts wit' cha, see ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha
It's the ones that smoke blunts wit' cha, see ya picture
Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha
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
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 (what you do?)
I kept walkin' (word), but all they did was follow, tryin' to flex
Talkin' about my girl's titties and the jewels around my neck
Now I can feel a confrontation 'bout to jump on off (word)
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 .9 and these
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, I say
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
Now I done did all this work, so I can be the man
Fresh to death, 20 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' (what?) Hit the streets left and right (uh-huh)
Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight
I heard somebody yell (now 112 in) "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 (uh-huh)
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" (I know)
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, I say
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
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Osten Harvey, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Peter Solley, George Canler, Walter Palamarchuk, Mike Skill, Jimmy Marinos, Burt F Bacharach
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