T-Shirt, Blue Jeans Nikes

Lyrics

[Verse 1L Keak Da Sneak] My family roll thick like syrup and milkshakes Transporting weight from the south to the Golden State Swingin' figure 8's, burnin' rubber, it's hypo In the middle of the intersection tryin' to start up a sideshow My mind go in other places cats don't speak on Serve raw and uncut for you niggas to tweak on I click on suckas 'cause they come out rappin' So imagine whats gon' happen when I catch you in traffic Who sell the most records in the Bay? (You?) Independently (You?) No video or radio play (You?) It's been 86 murders since the start of 2002 When niggas bang turfs for the work, not that red and blue And every single block is a street Where niggas holdin' it down 'cause you know we gotta eat They call me Keak Sneak, but my real name is Kunta Kinté B-O-W-E-N, mayne [Hook: Keak da Sneak (Repeat 2X)] My nigga told me don't be scared 'Cause I'mma run the streets just like... T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Stay strapped with the 4-5, I wish a nigga would try [Verse 2: E-40] Let me at 'em, Keak Styles so unique and exquisite Gift of gab, and I spit it I'm off this gunji, my ninja I'm so damn twisted from smokin' so much turtle I'm spliffed Went to court and got acquitted the other day ago So I was up perkin' early in the mornin', yawnin' Off this HIGH SPEED CHASE SHIT! Dang near caught a case wit' it Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin' fast, Skeet Skirt In the slow lane, seeing stars, going against the grain Slappin' this shit, THAT'LL FUCK WIT YA BRAIN BOY! This is your brain on thug...mode, I suppose Plenty hoes, pantyhose, five times, Zeniths and Vogues gold 24-inch toes, robbers, looking out for the hella-kizz-noppers Gettin' my propers, pimp, I'm off the mainline I represent Heavy on the Grizznind Enter-game-ment BIATCH! [Hook: Keak da Sneak (Repeat 2X)] My nigga told me don't be scared 'Cause I'mma run the streets just like... T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Stay strapped with the 4-5, I wish a nigga would try [Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak] I'm in the dope-fiend rental, tryin' to paint the town Four-speed Honda Civic and I'm breakin' it down One head light plus I'm ridin' spare Thermometer say a hundred, I'm takin' him there It was me and Bra Heff, ridin' and smokin' Sidin' in Oakland, finna run it 'cause the A-frame broken Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max Came up High Street, stopped on Fairfax Hit the liquor store, I got to get me a Remy Copped some light from Lil' O, forgot the tank on empty So I hit E-1-4, 'Gimmie 10 on fo' A box of Philly titans, and a short box of dem 'Ports' (Muh-muh-more for me) if a nigga don't smoke Then I knock the baddest hoes when I ain't on hundred spokes Gimme head, lemme poke...errything on him I know her nigga but she ain't feelin' him [Hook: Keak da Sneak (Repeat 2X)] My nigga told me don't be scared 'Cause I'mma run the streets just like... T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Coke white T-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes Stay strapped with the 4-5, I wish a nigga would try