Street General Song Lyrics

Up n sunny california were the palm trees me and my gees ride
Candy paint up on the wippin we be trippin and you know we high
Hittin corners in a benzo blowin indo out the window (blaw)
See a hater on the corner run up on ya he's a gonna like (blaw)
Nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
Nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
Nigga is u ok nigga is you ok it aint ok nigga
He's been hit by he's been hit by a street general

Rollin up in scapper leavin the doors wide open
Mr. Bossalini the rida know i got to be smokin
I put the foot to the pedal burning rubber right thru the ghetto
Far from a rock star but playin with heavy metal
Watch a nigga cop cars and play with hella deniro
Hit corners on cop cars but puase cause I'm a rebel
Got to ride my wip gas break dip hit a few corners
On black on black six count my chips smokin a sticky
The window is tented so nobody eles see
It don't stop living in a hustlers dream
Candy escalade same color as green
I got a thang that bang if you want the bling
I keep the haters peaking thru my pinky ring