The cold streets will make you, or break ,and take you.

Lyrics

I'm telling you look let me break it down a little bit like this the mother f****** streets will break you or make you so listen up closely take it from a g and my girl goes deep in the trenches, on real training day's

So pay attention to what I'm saying, don't act like you hear me bro, at least open your eyes a little bit and see, what's going on around you, stop feeling dizzy, stay on your toes, no one knows,fuck the devil and a reble,and fuck them hoes...

Look at what I'm putting down,I slang,hang,bang,even though I don't run with a clika or a gang,

I represent the big bad O.C. Santana to be correct, in the place to be.

So listen to this G , need advice or some cletcha , ya savez ese, trust me homey, you feel me little brown brother?

I ain't got time for games, or laimes, cluckers,busters,and mutha fuckas.

I just like to be sudated, so faded, intoxicated , stoned, blown , cold , always holding.

that sticky,icky,smelly, skunky, light greeny,weedy,buddy,never muddy,browny shwaggy leafy,Shakey, Shakey,home growny,
I rock and roll
a high Roller, and I don't just get high, I stay super high,by, by.
ya ,we don't just get high, we stay high!...

on a hole new level, on the grind on the hustle, money on my mind.

making ,cash ,money!!!
All day , all night.

it's a struggle, stay out my buble, if your not like minded.

I'm down for my people,feel me ,my hente, my street brothers.

my family,friends is all I have.

I'm telling you ,brown brother play the game right or stay out the mutha fucka.

we don't just get high ,we stay high.