"Fuck Wit' Street Fam" lyrics
DJ Drama & Fabolous Lyrics
(feat. Neo Da Matrix)
I fuck with that street fam
[DJ Drama:]
Shout my nigga Shaq, Nick Rudo
Shout my nigga Rich Rock! Killer Kev
My nigga Top. What up, Mike?
Shout my nigga Eastwood (fuck with your boy)
My nigga Loco (it's 'Loso) my nigga Ross
(Dramatic nigga!) Dramatic. Dramatic
[Fabolous:]
I tell it like it is, motherfuck how it was
The shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz (Nah)
I break 'em off shake 'em off that's just how I does (Wooh)
I'm clean so I lean, like the Piza Tower does...
I'm on my fidadida fly shit (fly shit)
Look hoe you won't, nigga don't try shit
Back from the future, on sum party McFly shit (yes)
The doors go up and lord knows I'd shit
On these lame niggas (lame niggas)
On these punk bitches (punk bitches)
You don't want to see me reaching where that trunk switch is (nah)
We in the club with the black and white skunk riches (yes)
I'm matching head to toe down to my dunk stitches (yes)
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches
If not, walk it out like unk, bitches (bitches)
Two step ya ass on
You missed a knock opportunity to pass on
I fuck with that street fam
[Verse 2]
You want to hate us? Take a number and get in line (line)
These niggas start throwing shade when you getting shine (shine)
And I'm getting mine (mine), like Southern Cal
Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style (wooh)
Aks my mama, I came out the oven wild (yes)
My flow is city slick, slowed down southern style (yes)
Two fingers up, two fingers down (what's up)
If you like your chick, nigga don't bring her 'round (OK OK OK OK)
The bob barker king in town
If the price is right yeah I'm a bring her down (OK OK OK OK)
Baby come on down, wait
Let me tell the driver come on 'round, hate
Where they do that? Everywhere we be at, baby
Brooklyn. New York. Now, you know where we at, baby
Come and fuck with us, nigga. We love to bang
Fididida boys, aka the studder gang
I fuck with that street fam
[DJ Drama]
Shout to Bridgeport Projects
Loso! DJ Drama
It's no competition!
[DJ Drama:]
Shout my nigga Shaq, Nick Rudo
Shout my nigga Rich Rock! Killer Kev
My nigga Top. What up, Mike?
Shout my nigga Eastwood (fuck with your boy)
My nigga Loco (it's 'Loso) my nigga Ross
(Dramatic nigga!) Dramatic. Dramatic
[Fabolous:]
I tell it like it is, motherfuck how it was
The shit a coward does won't fuck up my sour buzz (Nah)
I break 'em off shake 'em off that's just how I does (Wooh)
I'm clean so I lean, like the Piza Tower does...
I'm on my fidadida fly shit (fly shit)
Look hoe you won't, nigga don't try shit
Back from the future, on sum party McFly shit (yes)
The doors go up and lord knows I'd shit
On these lame niggas (lame niggas)
On these punk bitches (punk bitches)
You don't want to see me reaching where that trunk switch is (nah)
We in the club with the black and white skunk riches (yes)
I'm matching head to toe down to my dunk stitches (yes)
I make them hoes throw it up like drunk bitches
If not, walk it out like unk, bitches (bitches)
Two step ya ass on
You missed a knock opportunity to pass on
I fuck with that street fam
[Verse 2]
You want to hate us? Take a number and get in line (line)
These niggas start throwing shade when you getting shine (shine)
And I'm getting mine (mine), like Southern Cal
Too hot to touch, just came out the oven style (wooh)
Aks my mama, I came out the oven wild (yes)
My flow is city slick, slowed down southern style (yes)
Two fingers up, two fingers down (what's up)
If you like your chick, nigga don't bring her 'round (OK OK OK OK)
The bob barker king in town
If the price is right yeah I'm a bring her down (OK OK OK OK)
Baby come on down, wait
Let me tell the driver come on 'round, hate
Where they do that? Everywhere we be at, baby
Brooklyn. New York. Now, you know where we at, baby
Come and fuck with us, nigga. We love to bang
Fididida boys, aka the studder gang
I fuck with that street fam
[DJ Drama]
Shout to Bridgeport Projects
Loso! DJ Drama
It's no competition!
