Street Type Nigga Tommy Wright III (Ft. MC Spade)

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
I´m a street type nigga
You know my kind, with that long Jheri Curl
Player to my heart cause I can´t stick with one girl
Gotta sell dope, cause a nigga´s unemployed
If trouble is something that I just can´t avoid
Never step outside without the pump
I like to roll in style, so my fleetwood stays crunk
With my pants sagging so my underwear can show
Braids in my hair, so my Jheri Curl can grow
When I roll in my car, you know I got to have a gangster lean
Dark tinted windows so a nigga can´t be seen
Beeper on my waist to keep in touch with my contact
Gun in my drawers just in case I get in combat
Bank like a motherfucker, dressin' like I´m broke
I hang out at the corner of my block, where the liquor store
Like to spend most of my time on the dope track
Knocking on the junkies' windows
Selling them dope sacks
Pull them drawers off your ass cause I am a rogue
I fuck ugly bitches like junkies and find bitches like info
The cause of the funeral, cause I´m the grave digger
You know my kind
Tommy Wright I´m a street type nigga

[Chorus]
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherfucker from the street
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherfucker from the street