Keak Da Sneak - T-Shirt, Blue Jeans & Nike's lyrics

(feat. E-40)

[Keak Da Sneak]

My family roll thick like syrup and milkshakes

Transporting weight from the south to the golden state

Swingin' figure 8's, burnin rubber its hypo

In the middle of the intersection, tryin to start up a side-show

My mind go in other places cats dont speak on

Da Raw and uncut, for you niggaz to tweak on

I flip on suckas as they come out rappin

So imagine whats gon' happen when I catch you in traffic

Who sell the most records in the bay(You?)

Indepentent label(You?) No video and radio play? (You?)

Its been 86 murders since the start of 2002

When niggaz bang turfs for the work

Not that red and blue, and every single block is a street

When niggaz hold it down cause you know we gotta eat

They call me Keak Sneak, but my real name is Kunta-Kentay B-O-W-E-N

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My nigga told me dont be scared, cause I'ma run the streets

Just like t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes

Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Nikes

Stay strapped with the 45, I wish a nigga would try

[E-40]

Style so unique and Exquisite

Gift-ta-Gabbit, I spit it

I'm off this Gungie my ninja

I'm so damn twisted from smokin so much turtle I'm spliffed

Went to court the other day

So I wassa perkin early in the mornin, yawnin off

this HIGH SPEED CHASE SHIT! Damn near caught a case wit it

Hit the gas, Skeet Skirt, drivin fast, Skeet Skirt

In the slow lane, seein stars, goin against the grain

Slappin this shit, THAT'll FUCK WIT YA BRAIN BOY!

This is ya brain on thug(on thug) mode I suppose

Plenty hoes, Panty hose, 5 times sittin on vogues

24 inch toes, robbers, lookin out for the hella-kizz-noppers

We ain't proper, I'm off the main

I represent heavy on the grizz 9, Intergame (Intergame)

[Chorus]

[Keak Da Sneak]

I'm in the dope-fiend rental, tryin to paint the town

Four speed honda civic and I'm breakin it down (Breakin it down)

One head light plus I'm ridin spare

Thermometer say a hundred, I'm takin him there

It was me and Bra Heff, Ridin and smokin

Side of the Oakland, livin it up, cause the 8 frame broken

Coke white t-shirt, blue jeans, and Air Max

Came up Highstreet, stopped on Fairfax

Hit the liquor store, gotta get me a Remy

Copped some light from Lil' O, forgot the tank on empty

So I hit E-1-4 gimmie 10 on fo'

A box of Philly titans, and a short box of dem 'Ports

More for me, if a nigga dont smoke

And I knock the baddest hoes when I ain't on hundred spokes

Gimme head, lemme poke, I know her nigga, but she ain't feelin him

[Chorus]