The Streets Don’t Love Nobody E-40 (Ft. DB Tha General & Turf Talk)

[Chorus]
Ay, better stop that talkin'
Niggas round here don’t do that often
Like a roto, like the po-po (Po!)
With the .4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW!)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)

[Verse 1: E-40]
OOOUH!
Me and my raccoons will put hands on you and your pitbulls
That's what the old schooler said when he was talkin' big shit to a couple of younger fools
One of the young fools laughed and said, "You old enough to be my dad"
The old schooler went bad, got mad, and pulled out a gat (BUCK BUCK)
(A gat?) Yeah, quadruple OG terminology
Hit him with the Israel Uzi, smacked him and called him Suzie
Now he a ugly nigga, now he ain’t no more cutie
The OG a killer, a hitter, just got out on Tuesday
Never know who heavy duty in the streets pushin' weight
Have your head put on a stick (Stick) and brought back on a plate (Plate)
The streets don’t love nobody (Body), but everybody love the streets (Streets)
I ain’t stuntin' sloppy (Sloppy), tryna impress these freaks (Freaks)
Rats (Rats), tramps (Tramps), rippers, hoes (Hoes)
Sluts (Sluts), ducks (Ducks), diggin' for gold
I ain’t a Captain Save a Hoe, no, not hardly
She don’t wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my Harley
BIATCH!