Street Cred Lyrics & Tabs by MC Mr. Napkins
Street Cred
guitar chords lyrics
"Napkins"?!? That's his name?
Look at those black thick plastic glasses frames
Get a load of him bustin' raps
With his goofy-ass hair
And his Western shirts with the button snaps
He oughta keep his food chute shut
Rhymin' in his H&M denims with the boot cut
From his feet, to his head
That dude doesn't have any street cred
Street cred...
I don't have a lot of street cred...
And I don't think that it's a secret...
It's clear I'm not a hard MC
With S T R E E T C R E D
It can be difficult hip-hop singing
It's clear I'm not a hard MC
With S T R E E T C R E D
It can be difficult hip-hop singing
When you didn't have a typical rap upbringing
I never sold coke or PCP. I
Moved fro-yo at the TCBY
Never shot a proper gun
Just the Nintendo Duck Hunt one
And a Super Soaker water gun.
The Crip gang? I wasn't in it, dog
Just the youth group at my synagogue
Yeah
Thugged out? Not even close.
Cub scouts. Webelos!
I didn't battle like 8 Mile.
Oh, I competed
But high school team debate style
Never wrote no graffiti!
Just thank you notes, for gifts on my b-day!
Prob'ly should have gone pre-med
Instead I'm an MC without a shred of
Street cred...
I was not a little street kid...
No, I was wholesome like whole wheat bread...
And now I rock the party
With no S T R E E T C R E D
I can't pop like a zit can
I can't lock like a kickstand
But in fifth grade, I played Tevye
And danced and lip synched
To "If I Were A Rich Man"
(Raise the roof!)
And I got to tell ya:
My beat box? Not stellar. But
I did do vocal percussion
In college a cappella.
Did I ever rob a store? No.
I did once shoplift a soft-core porno mag
From a news stand at the airport
I was scared I'd be sent off to jail for it
But do you think that they caught me
And threw me in juvie?
Not me! I got away scot-free!
My face would have been beet red
But at least with a jail bid
I'd have had a little bit of
Street cred!
I am not a foolish meathead!
And I'm also not conceited...
I know that there's no part of me
With S T R E E T C R E D!
Street cred, oooh
Jim jim jow a jim a jang jow
Street cred, oooh! Ahh, ahh...
Streeet cred, oooh
Dim dim dim dim dim dim dim.
Street cred, ooooh
Yabba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
Bum bum!
