Raised On These St.
SadBoy Loko
GENRE
[Intro]
Ay I thought I told you motherfuckers...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on thesе streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 1]
You see thеse streets are for play-play, so make way
Bald-headed but take fades, I’m street raised
Don’t take no appointments, walk-ins only
Boom bop squad, ask all your homies
Doing what I do, never trip off you foos
Ese what you say? Who the fuck are you?
I’m tired of this fake shit, I’m done with these basics
Real foos know, I don’t need to explain shit
Real recognize real, I can’t see ya
Your worst fucking nightmare
Your worst pesadillas
Stay on that sidewalk, quit complaining
All that bitching, ese why you banging?
You should’ve known what your ass signed up for
Way I was taught, is to never fold
Kept that shit solid, now out on parole
Don’t have to remind you that...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 2]
Now I stay out the damn way
Cause nowadays muthafuckas go downgrade
A damn shame
I was turned up daily, still stuck in the ‘80’s
Known on these streets my boy cause of banging
They labeled me the bad guy through bad times
Still kept my head held high, I held mines
I was raised by them gangstas, full-time banger
I heart don’t race when my life is in danger
Even if it was I ain’t tripping because I’m a real muthafucka I don’t give a fuck
I’m back on these streets like a street sign
Wearing Cortez and Levi’s, don’t think I
Must’ve thought I forgot how it is on the block
Don’t trust any hoe if she fucks with the opps
Don’t trust any foo if he don’t hit the mobs
Don’t have to remind you that...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 3: Young Dopey]
I was raised Inglewood city of champions
Where I had to roll around in a bulletproof benz
Cause enemies said I was an important target
So got a 50-cal with a hollow point cartridge
Wish a muthafucka would try to try me
Prairie and century is where you light find me
Headed to my momma house or to the rams game
Fuck the police, to tell the truth yeah they all gay
If you trespassing boy better think twice
We just courted in 10 homies in last night
Best believe they gon’ bring home the trophy
Little concern cause they remind me of the old me
A fucking nightmare, to America
Tell ‘em to slow down but they don’t listen up
And we ain’t never gon’ give it up
This gangsta shit too much love
Ay I thought I told you motherfuckers...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on thesе streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 1]
You see thеse streets are for play-play, so make way
Bald-headed but take fades, I’m street raised
Don’t take no appointments, walk-ins only
Boom bop squad, ask all your homies
Doing what I do, never trip off you foos
Ese what you say? Who the fuck are you?
I’m tired of this fake shit, I’m done with these basics
Real foos know, I don’t need to explain shit
Real recognize real, I can’t see ya
Your worst fucking nightmare
Your worst pesadillas
Stay on that sidewalk, quit complaining
All that bitching, ese why you banging?
You should’ve known what your ass signed up for
Way I was taught, is to never fold
Kept that shit solid, now out on parole
Don’t have to remind you that...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 2]
Now I stay out the damn way
Cause nowadays muthafuckas go downgrade
A damn shame
I was turned up daily, still stuck in the ‘80’s
Known on these streets my boy cause of banging
They labeled me the bad guy through bad times
Still kept my head held high, I held mines
I was raised by them gangstas, full-time banger
I heart don’t race when my life is in danger
Even if it was I ain’t tripping because I’m a real muthafucka I don’t give a fuck
I’m back on these streets like a street sign
Wearing Cortez and Levi’s, don’t think I
Must’ve thought I forgot how it is on the block
Don’t trust any hoe if she fucks with the opps
Don’t trust any foo if he don’t hit the mobs
Don’t have to remind you that...
[Hook]
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
Not everyone’s made for the streets, that is why
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised by some muthafucking G’s
Homie I was raised on these streets
I was raised on these muthafucking streets
[Verse 3: Young Dopey]
I was raised Inglewood city of champions
Where I had to roll around in a bulletproof benz
Cause enemies said I was an important target
So got a 50-cal with a hollow point cartridge
Wish a muthafucka would try to try me
Prairie and century is where you light find me
Headed to my momma house or to the rams game
Fuck the police, to tell the truth yeah they all gay
If you trespassing boy better think twice
We just courted in 10 homies in last night
Best believe they gon’ bring home the trophy
Little concern cause they remind me of the old me
A fucking nightmare, to America
Tell ‘em to slow down but they don’t listen up
And we ain’t never gon’ give it up
This gangsta shit too much love
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