[00:00.00] 作词 : Staples, Vince
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Staples, Vince
[00:06.09][Verse 1]
[00:12.23]I ain't worried about the police
[00:14.37]I ain't worried about these little bitches talking about they hold heat
[00:17.99]I ain't stressing going broke
[00:20.20]I don't never leave the residences alone, keep it on me
[00:23.85]I'm the nigga that you quote
[00:26.07]I'm the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach
[00:29.66]Get to acting like you know
[00:31.85]Don't be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show
[00:34.79]Heard the FEDs taking pictures, let a mother****er pose
[00:37.68]Tryna be the only Crippin' nigga sitting in the Vogue
[00:40.58]Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home
[00:43.49]Tryna catch a nigga slippin', but I'm stickin' to the flow
[00:46.37]Heard these niggas flippin' coke, why the **** these niggas broke?
[00:49.34]If it's shooters in the squad, what's the bodyguard for?
[00:52.19]You ain't calling me collect and I ain't pickin' up the phone
[00:55.12]Got some homies from the set who ain't never comin' home
[00:58.00]You wouldn't know about it
[00:59.25]
[00:59.44][Hook]
[00:59.62]You a street punk
[01:00.93]You a mother****in' street punk
[01:03.06]No one know about you
[01:05.25]You a street punk
[01:06.75]You a mother****in' street punk
[01:08.88]Get some dough up you
[01:10.46]Where the cash at, where the cash at?
[01:13.29]Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
[01:16.22]Bet my last rack you ain't have that
[01:19.01]Why? Cause you a mother****in' street punk!
[01:21.66]
[01:21.86][Verse 2]
[01:22.13]I don't know if ya heard of me
[01:23.83]But you heard them shots on the block, it's a murder scene
[01:26.70]Go on call the cops, open heart, durin' surgery
[01:29.65]Now his breathing stopped, stupid niggas should have knew we trippin'
[01:32.69]Now he in a box, Winchester's
[01:34.62]Hundred in the box, Smith Wesson
[01:36.87]Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot
[01:39.48]Knocking on the door, askin' where he at
[01:41.69]Playin' games then we kick it down, everybody flat
[01:44.54]On the ground, kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout it
[01:47.80]Well you know how we rocking, bitch, you know who we wackin' now
[01:50.73]You ain't never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it
[01:53.58]Catch me off Coronado
[01:55.02]You a mother****ing street punk
[01:57.20]
[01:57.41][Hook]
[01:57.70]You a street punk
[01:59.12]You a mother****in' street punk
[02:01.28]No one know about you
[02:03.39]You a street punk
[02:04.89]You a mother****in' street punk
[02:07.09]Get some dough up you
[02:08.54]Where the cash at, where the cash at?
[02:11.48]Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
[02:14.31]Bet my last rack you ain't have that
[02:17.24]Why? Cause you a mother****in' street punk!
[02:19.83]

作词 : Staples, Vince
作曲 : Staples, Vince
I ain't worried about the police
I ain't worried about these little bitches talking about they hold heat
I ain't stressing going broke
I don't never leave the residences alone, keep it on me
I'm the nigga that you quote
I'm the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach
Get to acting like you know
Don't be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show
Heard the FEDs taking pictures, let a mother****er pose
Tryna be the only Crippin' nigga sitting in the Vogue
Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home
Tryna catch a nigga slippin', but I'm stickin' to the flow
Heard these niggas flippin' coke, why the **** these niggas broke?
If it's shooters in the squad, what's the bodyguard for?
You ain't calling me collect and I ain't pickin' up the phone
Got some homies from the set who ain't never comin' home
You wouldn't know about it

You a street punk
You a mother****in' street punk
No one know about you
You a street punk
You a mother****in' street punk
Get some dough up you
Where the cash at, where the cash at?
Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
Bet my last rack you ain't have that
Why? Cause you a mother****in' street punk!

I don't know if ya heard of me
But you heard them shots on the block, it's a murder scene
Go on call the cops, open heart, durin' surgery
Now his breathing stopped, stupid niggas should have knew we trippin'
Now he in a box, Winchester's
Hundred in the box, Smith Wesson
Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot
Knocking on the door, askin' where he at
Playin' games then we kick it down, everybody flat
On the ground, kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout it
Well you know how we rocking, bitch, you know who we wackin' now
You ain't never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it
Catch me off Coronado
You a mother****ing street punk

You a street punk
You a mother****in' street punk
No one know about you
You a street punk
You a mother****in' street punk
Get some dough up you
Where the cash at, where the cash at?
Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
Bet my last rack you ain't have that
Why? Cause you a mother****in' street punk!