I got beat for the street
To pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wit' tha homies kinda deep
Smokin' on a thai stick feelin' kinda high wit'
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rollin' in your lo-lo
Cutlass, or your M-C
Slap in the hip-hop
To hell with the Temprees
Modern day gangsta from the underground, yeah
Niggas roll around wit' the boomin' ass sound
Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing
On the Grapevine rollin' deep to Magic Mountain
Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner
Because ya rollin' twisted on them gold Daytonas
Frontin' on the regular, talkin' on ya cellular
Actin' like ya don't hear the little bitches yellin' ya
Name at the bus stop, ya don't stop
Ya mash on the gas, roll right by they ass
Slap Dresta in the dash, yeah
Guranteed to hear some sweet, uh
Gangsta beat for the street
Guranteed to hear some sweet, yeah
Gangsta beat for the street
I got beat for the street, drop a ragtop fo'
Got my strap under the seat, just in case I have to check a ho
Menajahtwa on the scene, yeah
Rollin' through the C-P-T
Turn up the hump sounds, we groovin' to the mellow beat
Mad doggin' like bitches, hittin' me up like I'm a banger
Cause niggas can't stand to see us sittin' on some daynas
Pimpin' game on the fools, runnin' the track thinkin' ya gone
'N if the twizza I ain't tweakin', chump, we puttin' the lock on it, yeah
Beat for the street
I love to hear it pumpin' in my lo-lo
Hittin' my switches and runnin' the bitches
And now I'm bustin' mo' hoes
Roll up to the swapmeet, hop out and hit the chirp chirp
Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt
Just clownin' cause hoes are in the house
Ridin' my dick because I got fame and my name is B.G. Knocc Out
Asking to be in my next video
Get the 7 digits, slap that ass and said "See ya, ho"
Now I'm off like a G, flee to the C-P-T
See my niggas on the block gettin' tipsy
I pulled up and start tearin' up the street
And guess what's in my motherfuckin' deck
Gangsta beat for the street
I got beat for the street, to the beach I'll be rollin'
Never see me strollin'
40s I be holdin'
Girls in the Daisies
Drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows, as I turned on my A/C
Rollin' down Crenshaw see tha hoes jockin'
Sunday night's poppin'
See the foes hoppin'
My stereos bump at that A-T-L funk
You can call it what you want
Either way that shit bumps
Bein' a gangsta is so neat, yeah
Gangsta beat for the street