Street Punks

[Verse 1] I ain't worried 'bout the police I ain't worried 'bout these lil' niggas talking 'bout they hold heat I ain't stressing going broke I don't never leave the residence alone, keep it on me I'm the nigga that you quote (That you quote) I'm the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach Get to acting like you know (Like you know) Don't be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show Heard the Feds taking pictures, let a motherfucker 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 slipping, but I'm sticking to the flow Heard these niggas flipping coke, why the fuck these niggas broke? If it's shooters in the squad, what's the bodyguard for? You ain't calling me collect, then I ain't pickin' up the phone Got some homies from the set who ain't never coming home You wouldn't know about it [Chorus] You a street punk You a motherfucking street punk No one know about you You a street punk You a motherfucking street punk Get some dough up out you Where the cash at? Where the cash at? (Huh?) Where your pass at? Where your stash at? (Huh?) Bet my last rack you ain't have that (Huh?) Why? 'Cause you a motherfucking street punk [Verse 2] I don't know if you heard of me But you heard them shots on the block, it's a murder scene Go on, call the cops, open heart during surgery Now his breathing stopped, stupid nigga, should've knew we tripping Now he in a box, Winchesters Hundred in the box, Smith-Wesson Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot Knocking on the door, asking where he at Playin' games, then we kick it down Everybody flat on the ground Kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout You know how we rocking, nigga You know who we whacking now You ain't never caught a body Know it 'cause you talking 'bout it Catch me off of Coronado You a motherfucking street punk [Chorus] You a street punk You a motherfucking street punk No one know about you You a street punk You a motherfucking street punk Get some dough up out you Where the cash at? Where the cash at? (Huh?) Where your pass at? Where your stash at? (Huh?) Bet my last rack you ain't have that (Huh?) Why? 'Cause you a motherfucking street punk