Streets Is Watchin'
Yeah, uh huh David Banner on the beat b**** Ha ha ha Young Money, Streets I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe B****es get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take their clothes off And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your Mohawk Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw Call me mister no flaw Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off Too G for office, boss of all bosses Crucify rappers, nail n****s to the crosses I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in [Chorus] I be getting cake then Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit It's that punting at your face s*** And if you scared, you better go and see Mase b**** David Banner on the beat hoe And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo I got the game on TiVo So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin' I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy Name Jay but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise But if the b**** scream, I'm a pop her, no noise Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard You n****s ain't G's you gents and quite coward But I'll put you higher than flight pilots I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning Burn through your clothes like an ion I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell Wack n****s throw in the towel I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl Holla, Cash rules everything around me So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds [Chorus] Ugh, yo, yo yo, I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead Even though I'm in Mexico I rep New York like Plexico Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah Lewinsky b****es, young money Monica I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica I mean Tonka, That's the truck b****es F*** you and f*** all of you f*** b****es Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape [Chorus]
Written by: MARAJ, ONIKA TANYA / CARTER, DWAYNE / CRUMP, LAVELL W. / LILLY, CARL E. / MILLS, JARVIS ANTONIO / WATTS, C.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG GOLD SONGS OBO CRUMP TIGHT PUB, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Royalty Network
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