From front to back street, listen, we on a mission   To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight   Picture the scene, these fiends with fire   Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that      I'm with whatever like Wheatstraw   Stuck servin' my cocaine raw   Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back   Twenty over now that's mo' money to get      Slick, we fin' to lick on the corner without gettin' caught   But time, keep a sleepin' and money gettin' short   Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin'   That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin'      But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings   Be more precise when we do things   'Cause life like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice   Like five-deuce, fo' Trey, okay      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin', "Hootie hoo" when we see cops      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops      Shit, cops and robbers niggaz be bound to get them dollars and cents   They get in a slump like baseball players   When they short on their rent   Anything goin' you ain't knowin' how much money you spent      But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents   Who hang around you 'cause you be buyin' all the weed   And all the chicken, feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out   When you was broke though they was missin'      Now you ridin' 'bout fo' deep, startin' to tear up yo' suspension   And your baby, mamma on child support   My fault, forget to mention you don't even have a checkin' account   Wasn't thinkin' about no pension      I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen   Had determination and graduated   Now I got the whole rap world fascinated   I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it      Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it   But legislation got this new policy   Three strikes and you're ruined   Now where your crew at? Yeah      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops      Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs   We better watch what we doin' and look out for Joe Nab   And quit rein-up and standin' on this same old block   Before our gangsta ass partna get both of us shot      Niggaz talkin' 'cause they makin' some flow   But still ain't did nuttin' that ain't been done before   You can't be tryin' to showcase, just put it down for your spot   And improvise and work with that little you got      So I think when I finish sellin' my last sack   I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back   'Cause people won't forget about the time you gave   Know what 'm sayin'? And start thinkin' 'bout a path to pave      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops      I'm strickly dressin' dirty dirty, gonna represent it to the t-top   Born and bred up on the street top   Get to the money and the sweet spot   And forever hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops