Street Have No Name Mac Dre

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[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I run the streets with cold cats, we perks and smoke fats
We down like four flats, some call 'em my folks, black
Me and my potent crew is tighter than toes in shoes
There's only a chosen few that I might be closer to
We share clothes, hoes and never with closed doors
On folks disclose 'cause close folks'll sure roll
My potnas will lie for me, take that dive for me
My woman'll cry for me but they kill and die for me
We all from the same track, and all used to slang crack
We all got game fat and scrilla remain stacked
My folks is road dogs like Caine and O-Dog
Some others is so-called, friends but go and dog
So I shake the fake, with faith, I stay true
'Cause me and my folks that's close is way cool
My folks

[Chorus: Sly Stone, Mac Dre]
It's a family a—
It's a family affair
(My folks)
It's a family a—
It's a family affair
It's a family a—
It's a family affair
It's a family a—
It's a family affair