This for the streets
Nah, nah, this for the radio
This for the streets
Streets
Nah, this for the radio
This for the streets
Streets
Nah, this for the radio
Well,
if it's for radio,
then just keep it street
We're gonna do it then
No, that ain't no problem at all, my man
Got a lot of rubber bands
Time to count up all my grands
We're gonna do it then
For the ninth caller in
Now we got a lot of James
We gon' play a lot of Cam
We're gonna do it then
They say that she is not a fan
Tell me she ain't got a man
Plus she got a lot of Dan
And she love how the Impala can Change
a bunch of colors like you lookin'
at a hologram She wanna ride off on 24's
Butterfly doves raise up,
she feelin' so special And she like my music better slow
Tell me that I'm finna blow I reply to her,
I know
So let me break it down And do something that the ladies can feel
She says she's lovin' my style Been on the radio,
yeah
You're probably hearin' nothin' but the military man
Me interruptin' this sound Just to let you hear a message from me
Anyone representin' the South Anyone know how they get down
We gotta keep it good and street Gon' do it then
I got a white girl I call her Shady Aftermath
Cause she love her rappers see her d*** She gon' snatch em fast
Fine,
and you can't say that she don't have an a**
Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cast
Hispanic college girl that loves to dance right after class
Praise the way she back that a** up her class,
she has to pass
The others batting black,
take her to the bachelor pad
Her career big,
yo man's crib is less than half of that
Call up the DJs on the radio They'll say
Camille and that guy are crazy though
My radio station doesn't play it though Say
he gotta make something for the ladies so
So let me break it down And do something that the ladies can feel
She says she's lovin' my style Been on the radio,
yeah
And you're probably hearin' nothin' but the military man
Me interruptin' this sound Just to let you hear a message
from me Anyone representin' the South Anyone know how they
get down We gotta keep it good and street Gon' do it then
Relax,
boy,
relax,
boy The band just a sound I made it here,
America gon' have to feel me now Hear that bass come rumblin' voice,
see me actin' up Also see that fast pew-pew when I pass em off
Turn it up,
tell the listeners to listen here Listen and hear
the sickest rapper in the Southern Hemisphere
Keep it good,
suckers missin' in the picture,
yeah We erasin' from the game,
commercial rappers disappear
Call up the DJs on the radio They'll say
Camille and that guy are crazy though
My radio station doesn't play it though Say
he gotta make something for the ladies so
So let me break it down And do something that the ladies can feel
She says she's lovin' my style Been on the radio,
yeah And you're probably hearin' nothin' but the military
man Me interruptin' this sound Just to let you hear a
message from me Anyone representin' the South Anyone know
how they get down We gotta keep it good and street Gon'
do it then Now they know the name that's
runnin' the game Them boys down in Houston,
they got the streets on lock But
just in case they slow and don't know
Somebody tell them the name Camille Terry Man
You
got a problem?
Then let it be known You got some you wanna get off your chest?
Give us a call, we're takin' requests Gon'
do it then