Yea . . Turn the music up a little bit . . .Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder . . right there Dah-dah-daaah In the name of the streets Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh) Nigga let the games begin, as I standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital Scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the thick body and the big body Wit lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade 3-braid beard wearin' Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me 'Home of Cake' cause I love the cheese Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' stay fly (I'm gonna stay fly) I'm gonna bust (I'm gonna bust) Hold my hood up high (throw my hood up high) In the name of the streets I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna roll) I'm gon' rich ride (I'm goin' rich ride) I'm gonna ball (I'm gonna ball) Hold my hood up high In the name of the streets This the itty-bitty nigga from the city they call LB What you know about the D-O-G? I keep my peeps wit a bag a' treats On the streets my nephews beat your beat and keep that heat In the Cutt and indiscrete Me and Dub-C crippin' couzins in this industry A lotta' y'all pretend to be Wanna see friends wit me and then sleep wit the enemy? Want some, get some, bad enough take some Suckas poppin' off I'm 'bout to take one Braids on, make done, don't want none And just cause we talkin', what you doin' C-Walking? It's not just a dance it's a way a' living Now if ya C-Walking, ya best to 'see' Crippin' And that goes for kids too, and R&B singers Nigga quit Crip-Walking if ya ain't a gang banger I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe I ain't a hater I'm a player so I fucked 'em both In the name of the streets High resolution, high definition Let the tape roll let the whole world listen Hold your position, don't go backwards I'm frontlining and the West keep shining Fuck wit ya nigga your boy 'X' still grindin' Fuck them other niggas they just high siding Talking and lie, bitchin' and cry Gossip and hate but ain't nobody's right Fuck going diamond if ya make it turn pussy Don't push me, peep game like a booky The lining singer, the deep thinker Ego auto-biography beat it nigga ya bother me Glass hit them hard, take no prisoners Been choiced for the voice I speak for my people like a Senator Raise up, the blunts get blazed up Swing like a gorilla nigga you ain't a king, c'mon! Dah-dah-daaah Yea . . . Lah-dah-daaah Dub-C . . . Dah-dah-daaah The 'Ghetto Heisman' . . . In the name of the streets Swangin' through a hood near you Dah-dah-daaah