Streets On Lock

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[Chorus] Streets on lock, Beamers on stop Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy Talkin' 'bout trophies, I think I deserve one Hotter nigga in these streets, holla if you heard one Know a nigga sick 'cause I'm the shit with no surgeon And them Roc Nation rumors ain't true, but yeah, I heard 'em [Verse 1] Swervin' in that new Lexus with the shift kit on the steering Wheel, step, 'tronic, got muthafucka purrin' One thing's for sure, two things for certain West Coast, Nipsey Hussle, game over, closed curtains On my pursuit of happiness, I made the cash double And introduced Italian shoes to German gas pedals Like Gucci and Prada, here's Benzes and Beamers All Money In, let no materials come in between us I know they hopin' they could BMF and Big Meech us But I got lawyers paid up and off last features I singlehandedly became the man in my region You would think it's a crime how they witnessed my genius [Chorus] Streets on lock, Beamers on stop Bullets bounce back, leave the drivers unshot City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave. soldier So to all my enemies, my dead body is a trophy Talkin' 'bout trophies, I think I deserve one Hotter nigga in these streets, holla if you heard one Know a nigga sick 'cause I'm the shit with no surgeon And them Roc Nation rumors ain't true, but yeah, I heard 'em [Verse 2] Swervin' in that black Beamer with them button-pressed curtains They go up and she go down and serve a nigga like a servant Pull it out her mouth and she gon' ride it like a surfer Phone ringin', she pick up and tell her man she workin' Slurpin', everything a nigga got to urfer, offer I'ma fuck once and I'll be off her On to, bigger, better things like the dollar Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offered
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- Nipsey Hussle