I got beat for the street to pump in your jeep Or when you caravan with the homies kinda deep Smokin' on a tie stick, feelin' kinda high with your passenger seat I can ride, ride, fly, bitch, rollin' in your Lolo Cutlass or your MC, slappin' the hip-hop to hell with the Jim Crees Modern day gangsta from the underground Yeah, niggas roll around with the boomin' ass sound Got the 6'4", kinda low as we bouncin' On the grapevine, rollin' deep to Magic Mountain Hose on your jacket every time you hit a corner Because you're rollin' twisted on the gold Daytonas Frontin' on the regular, talkin' on your cellular Actin' like you don't hear the little bitches yellin' your name at the bus stop You don't stop, you mash on the gas, roll right by their ass Slapped Draysta in the last year, guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Uh, gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street I got beat for the street, drop a ragtime four Got myself up under the seat just in case I have to check my But now Sha-Twa on the scene, yeah, rollin' through the CPT Turn up the humps and we're groovin' to the melody Mad twerkin' like bitches, hittin' me up like I'm a banger These niggas can't stand to see us sittin' on some Daytona Pee-Pee came on the fool, runnin' track, diggin' your bone Hit the Twizzler, ain't tweakin' Chuck, you puttin' a lot on it, yeah Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Beat for the street, I love to hear it pumpin' in my low-low Hittin' my switches in front of the bitches and I ain't once seen mojos Roll up to the spot, need to hop out and hit the chur-chur Bailin' down some proper shorts and a proper shirt Just clownin' cause those all in the house Runnin' my dick because I got bang and my name is B.G. Knockout Actin' to be in my next video Got the seven digits, slapped that ass and said, see ya hoe Now I'm up like a G, flea to the CBT See my niggas on the block gettin' tipsy I roll up and start tearin' up the street And guess what's in my motherfuckin' deck Gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Guaranteed to hear somethin' sweet Yeah, gangsta beat for the street I got beat for the street to the beach I be rollin', never see me strollin' Parties I be holdin', girls in the daisies Drive easy crazy, roll up my windows as I turn on my A.C. Rollin' down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin' Sunday nights poppin', see the foes hoppin' My stereo's bumpin', that ATL funk You can call it what you want, either way the *** works Damn right Bein' a gangster is so neat Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Bein' a gangster is so neat Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Bein' a gangster is so neat Yeah, gangsta beat for the street Bein' a gangster is so neat Yeah, gangsta beat for the street