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jv (jennifer velarde) - stompin' on the concrete (like we own the street) lyrics

[intro dialogue: chris gunn & endo]
haha, you know what i’m saying?
straight og style. yeah
yo endo, let these foos what time it is with jv, man. yeah
yeah, it’s going down once again
pumping dope in your ear hole with a microphone, some rims man
on the one productions
thump records. haha
hitting hard for the 9-4
for that funky flow, for that funky female
jv in the house for the 9-0, man
you know what i’m saying?
yo tell them how you run the street in your hood baby

[verse 1: jv]
well, i was stomping all around, my own stomping ground
and strolling with my homies in a place we call arktown
cruising the streets where we usually dwell
on the corner or ghetto in the middle of h-ll
running through the city, not exactly our home
cause we got rides to bust where we usually roam
to get where we’re going, never ever knowing
what’s in store for the soft hardcore
cause we ain’t gangster b-tches but we b-tches all the same
we just ain’t down with that crazy gangster game
never looking for trouble but if trouble comes to us
i’ll smoke you with my rhythm and that’s when i got some busts
just a couple of girls looking for a good time
paying homage to what you think you call our crime
just minding our own business stomping on the concrete wall
through the hood like we owning the street

[hook: jv]
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
better brace yourself, here we come

(d-mn, stomping on that -ss man. huh
you don’t know? you better ask somebody.)

[verse 2: jv]
well, we owing the street, we’ll be traveling in a pack
me and my sock kicks in the front, the other rolling in the back
doing all the things most young ladies shouldn’t
getting away with other things most fella couldn’t
looking for some action, the coming attraction
the freaks on the beat, rolling in the street
with the fly, raw, brown pride, won’t be a idles
we jump in the back with a 40 bottles
ready to roll, in the ride we pack
bumper scr-ping down the road, too many heads are in the back
just cruising the bentley in a 64 rag
drop so low, it made the -ss drag
with the fresh jam pumping down the street, the bumper humping
the queens of the neighborhood showing off something
making some tracks up and down the concrete
going wild through the hood like we owning the street

(cg. give them something to ride to. oh yeah. haha
that’s the real funk right there, mang
hit hard in the truck, you know what i’m saying?
straight og funk
jv is in the house and she’s running the street. haha
yeah. i thought you knew, you know what i’m saying?
all you real thieves out there, yeah
straight bounce to this.)

[verse 3: jv]
still rolling in the caje, it’s getting kinda late
came to a red light but didn’t bother to wait
we all heard the sirens coming clearer and clearer
pigs tailing our -ss as i check the rear view mirror
pull us over at the corner just to check the bucket
threw all the bottles out but if they find out are they clucking
they flashing lights inside, seeking while we hide
but didn’t find a d-mn thing and the pigs let us slide
cause we owning the streets, yeah

(now you know mang. jv in the pack, straight running the street
the only female that can’t be faded is hip hop gang
yeah. and like i said before
if you don’t know, you better ask somebody
ha. we out of here.)

hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
hey, wake up yall
stomping on the concrete like we own the street
hey, wake up yall
better brace yourself

- jv jennifer velarde lyrics

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