the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never
Перевод: Down By Law. Человек по-стрит.
to his cause Financially lock him down, hide his monies from the law 'coz No matter what my melody be's a good man No m,atter how he ran on the actions
by astro red cross and blue shields Watch us make a move Catch us on smokin groove Rules house of blues Mtv news On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco) Takin flicks Hittin chicks by
do it, do it, do it) This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration (Come on) [P. Diddy] Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (o.k) I'm the man (lets go
on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest So get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America (Aiyo Cube man, they
, fuck the law Fifty-fifty love showed across the board I'm a crook ready for war, motherfucka spiiting gutter for sure That's on my life, pushing the ready, rock steady on
block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on
he's the king Of these barrio streets Moving up to shangri la Came by his wealth as a matter of luck Says he never broke no law Two time loser running
Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover, Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go. Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now, Light
on and nod ya head with me Come on We come to make it hot for ya WOOF! Come to blow down the block for ya WOOF! Come to crack the street for ya WOOF!
? Bring it on! We come to make it hot for you (woo) We come to blow down the block for ya (woo) Come to crack the street for ya (woo) Blast the windows
all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man
and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone on the stage, cold illing The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems
' down the street what do I see? Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D. Gangs illin', wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll like they got a million Girls on the
possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Man
dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson I'm by myself to *** running mouths like auctionists T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha And we stay on point like