BACK ON DA STREETS Lyrics

BABY mama put me out I Found a spot and trapped it out Bleached up all my shit and Told Me go back to my mama house I been left my mama house I ain Sleeping on my Mama couch Clicked up with my brothers in The apartments trying to make It out Clutching on some pistols Committing felonies breaking And entering robbery don't You Ever think about robbing Me I'm that nigger to never Where no Robbin Jeans I like My Pants fitted so that Pistol Can fit right on me,

I remember them days when I Ain't have a thing out here Down bad nigga trying To make A way if you in the way you Better move cause you'll get Rolled over treat you Like a Newborn put you in a new Stroller straight Jacket nobody Can hold him can't Nobody Stop Him can't Nobody Controll him got to know When to hold them got to Know when to fold them most Of my people they done fold On me I thought he was my Partner but he told on me I had To ask myself why the fuck This nigga told on me he did His shit i did my shit but why He break the code on me that's Why I do shit by myself Cause I Carry the load homie big three Point shit I'ma up to score on Them he hating on The low Homie oh that's your homie You grew up with the nigger Why you act like you Ain't Know homie for sho homie for shit sho homie I had some Sneaky bitches who Opened the Back doors on me damn,

BABY mama put me out I Found a spot and trapped it out Bleached up all my shit and Told Me go back to my mama house I been left my mama house I ain't Sleeping on my Mama couch Clicked up with my brothers in The apartments trying to make It out Clutching on some pistols Committing felonies breaking And entering robbery don't You Ever think about robbing Me I'm that nigger to never Where no Robbin Jeans I like My Pants fitted so that pistol Can fit right on me,

BABY mama put me out I Found a spot and trapped it out Found a spot and trapped it Out I been left my mama house I Ain't sleeping on my mama Couch iiight clutching on Some Pistols committed felonies Don't you ever think about Robbing me I'm that nigger That never where no Robin Jeans I like my pants fitted so That pistol can fit right on me