is done Degenerate, degenerate Degenerate, degenerate Degenerate, degenerate Degenerate, degenerate Reality doesn't mean a fucking thing Out here in candy land It's all about street creds
SNOOP DOGG Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on my head Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred like
self is not a crime Where is the Line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us aren't blind She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too *Hock spit*, fuck a relationship we through No more Source for street cred
correct All you need is a hook, and a hand to collect Lack cred but respect Mc's before me Don't blast the back heat but the streets, can't ignore me
markets correct, All you need is a hook, and a hand to collect, Lack cred, but respect MC's before me, Don't blast the backheat but the streets can't
to rhyme Put me on the street and I'm goin' for mines Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street
off Disrespectin' the Bow Wow legacy You got the nerve on this song to say you better than me Man I rep Columbus, you rep the A Town I got more street cred
I can't believe you've got that girl And my friends said (She's amazin', I can't believe you've got that girl) She gave me more street cred (She's amazin
the entry's free I gave the doorman a kiss, you see And all the guests mix brilliantly 'Cos I am them and they are me I threw away my high street cred (High street cred
say I might become big as a Beatle But I don't let it get to my head or feet yo And I got more street cred than legal But just in case we keep a big Des
need like milk crates I learned from the deadly streets, no regrets And I wasn't ever lookin' for a street cred But these streets bred me to be street
Na na na Na na na Na na na If he cute then he got bad credit If got good credit then the sex is so so Hot sex but he's stayin wit his mom He in between
angry but never mean It takes a lot to make her draw her mace We are so underground, we are both really down No one would think to question our street cred
Blazing a trail to the Southern cities From the streets of our hometown Basement bars, we played from the heart In the company of our friends If I write
moderate, that's fine Fuck off runt, fuck off runt Pick your nose with your ball pen, put your snot in Sounds Back to your play pen with your street cred
In a place to be, don't believe the hyperbole It's like a murder spree get sniped verbally And beat in the head with lead pipe languages For street cred