The Streets Don’t Love Nobody lyrics

[Chorus]
Ay, better stop that talkin'
n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 n*gga, 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)
sl*ts (sl*ts), ducks (Ducks), diggin' for gold
I ain’t a Captain Save a Hoe, no, not hardly
She don’t wanna f*ck me, she wanna f*ck my Harley
BIATCH!
[Chorus]
Ay, better stop that talkin'
n*ggas 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)

[Interlude: Turf Talk]
Turf Sinatra

[Verse 2: Turf Talk]
We got the juice in the hood, so we talk a lot
While the wolves lick they lips, lamb chops
Big homie dippin' in the product, too
He said it's some O.G. sh*t but thats a dope fiend move
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Stay strapped, I ain’t fightin' nobody (Nobody)
n*gga, you hit the wrong person when you aimed (When you aimed)
n*gga, bullets don’t got no name
Better put your guns up, ‘specially when your ones up
n*gga, stay strapped case a f*ck n*gga run up
Used to be the front man, now we got all day
Picked the youngster up then shot him on the freeway
Damn, down goes another one
Heard he had it comin', don’t know why they killed him, son
Ping pong in the hood, retaliation
Young kids bust your head for a reputation
[Chorus]
Ay, better stop that talkin'
n*ggas 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 3: DB Tha General]
You could be bangin' for life, it don’t matter
A young n*gga who thuggin' want his pockets lookin' fatter
Better watch the lil bruh lookin' like a chain snatcher
You done came up from the hood but they still gettin' at ya
And I'm on, payin' 'hamas, lil bruh want the drama
The corner is coming for you, hope you stayin' with that llama
Shoulda listened to ya mama, she told you about them dudes
All them cars, all them b*tches, all them riches ain’t cool
I know you f*ck with dude? You roll with dude?
I can’t believe you roll with dude
I told you that he told on dude, I’m sorry, that’s the wrong move
Real n*ggas over here that'll really move
He said he wack them with the mower, that's the life he choose
Thought it was a game 'til I seen that boy on the news
Told you ain’t no love over here, don’t get it confused
Thought it was a game 'til I seen dat boy on the news
Told you ain’t no love over here, don’t get it confused
[Chorus]
Ay, better stop that talkin'
n*ggas 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)