gon' do when them dudes run up on you and rock ya body body, catch somebody Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just DROP - yeah I'm street like
in the 7th 8th 9th and 10th grade Studyin' that trickin' game as if they takin' a trade Little brothers is getting smothered like potatoes and gravy Got a name and street
through Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit To make that shit sound more gangster than it really is You cant appear weak man We wanna hear street
Ain't she sweet? See her walking down that street. Yes I ask you very confidentially, ain't she sweet? Ain't she nice? Look her over once or twice. Yes
robbed -- mercy mercy And there's so many street side Beggars and disabled veterans Glass-eyed and peddling Drunk and just meddling So you conclude it's their fault They like the street
said look for me, when the spring sun shines on the street, Where we'd meet and plan our future, But I never made it home... I turn around, head on over to your street
she takes, She is the special for my pain, I need the special for my pain… Do whatever you want, Yeah I'm gonna do whatever I want… With the street
Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube [story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-
love Dyin for a street, that they ain’t even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it’s on [tv announcer
em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep. Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet. Remember rights
Hmm Yeaa (Ooh Ooh) City Lights It's on tonight Yea Yea (ooh ooh ooh ohh yea) Out on the street, I'm looking for a celebration Come roll with me, together
neat and tidy when I'm way up high, But I know your streets are lined with a fine mess inside And I wanna come down and walk around your mind. Daises Once
that your good enough Tell ya that it's gonna be tough (Chorus) Cos I aint got a home (3rd Verse) Running from the street lights Shinning on the grave Once
remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street
me: Colleon, standin' four feet I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game But once I run into that nigga
the street There goes some other fairy tale I wish it could happen to me But I look at myself Wonderin' if i'm just too weak To have such faith in myself Once
lie All forms of life die now the humans all succumb Time to kiss your ass goodbye the end has just begun Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1989 Weeds once