Yea, turn the music up a little bit   Yea, a little bit louder, right there   In the name of the streets      Click, click, boo ya, Dub kicked the frame in   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 big body an' the big body   Wit lyrics an' 'draulics hotter than the Majave      Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon   Escalade, 3 braid beer wearin'   Fuck it, I thug for free an' 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 an' slang the seed   I spit in the name of the streets      I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly   I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high   In the name of the streets   I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride   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 o' treats   On the streets, my nephews beat your beat an' keep that heat      In the Cutt an' indiscrete   Me an' Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry   A lotta' y'all pretend to be   Wanna see, friends wit me an' 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   An' just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C walkin'?      It's not just a dance, it's a way o' livin'   Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see Crippin'   An' that goes for kids too an' R an' B singers   Nigga, quit Crip walkin' if ya ain't a gang banger      I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly   I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high   In the name of the streets   I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride   I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high   In the name of the streets      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      This is for them geniuz   Da best is my East niazz, both sides street niazz   This is for them DJs, coast to coast movin' this   Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian      Smashous, best trap us for cash   An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta the mix classes   This is for them riders, ridin' for the mims   Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims      Thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa'   Got droppin' on your drastic, another hood classic   Dub the 'Ghetto Heisman' singin' 'More cabbage'   A street niazz livin' on seek an' kill status      Unlock the racked, Def Jam cock ya' back   Recess is over, I want my spot back   Who's the next? I preceded to blow comin' at 'em   I'm in a mink coat an' Spacey gat 'em, you're lookin' at 'em      I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly   I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high   In the name of the streets   I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride   I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high   In the name of the streets      Dub C, The 'Ghetto Heisman'   In the name of the streets   Swangin' through a hood near you   In the name of the streets