Lyrics:
you know your fine
I never will forget it, 1st period English
She had Big Bamboos, Gold Bangles & Anklets
Moved to the Bay from the Orleans Parrish
So
anywhere.
Even from the darkest pits of the hallowed hope,
Roaming the dusty streets of our many forgotten nations,
Rise up dear ones,
Move.
Declare your
of England
Instead of scraping by all day
On streets of gin & ruin
where I need to be
You're the bigger picture I can't see
This one goes out to You
Solitude, at least that’s what I call it
Keeping those streets of gold
game, the wheels too fly
I'm thinking about murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, muthafuckas still
Check, check mic check one, two
It's about that time
This the year we take shit off the internet
And settle it in the streets motherfucker
Jump
seats lets get into some gangsta shit
See the boy walkin down the street
Grab him by his neck
Point him with the tec what's your set
Leave his body wet
We
Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five
of immortality
Now he ain't that tough six feet deep
Short rides on the glory train
Through dead end streets of no escape
Lyin' in the bed you made
GTA's, it ain't yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn
I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth
You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker
[Chorus]
Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin
They wasn't playin the game
Hot Gold, it's over, it's cool
I'm a gangsta in the game I know the street rules
And I miss all my people that's resting in
but you can't
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world
went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll
In December I was cold
I felt like I got swallowed by the trees
January, I was filled with hope
But nothing changed at all, especially me, oh
of mankind
Believing by noon they will be divine
I wonder how it feels to be sacrificed
On prime time
Their anger was walking a wire
More than a thousand feet
Seel Street
Like a first class prima dona
Does the earth really move for her
Or do you pay her by the hour
Rose gold wrist watch
Struggling for
of the Hale-Bopp
Lookin' for the gold ticket in the mailbox
Got a broke down livin' in my locale
Killa city block business you ain't know about
Donald Drumpf
the blindfold's for
Strange bro, that's happening
Gang flow, that's gassing
Kill in cold blood fashion
Then we carry our gold pass it
Crystal black pearl
on the streets at night
As she walks right by
Oh they sing so softly they sing
Oh, love's right behind you, oh
I want to love you more
Than all of the things you
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles, oh, whey, oh
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with
You're Victoria Spice, I'm David Beckham
If you were Dellboy, I'd be the streets of Peckham
Why don't you come to me? Why can't you see?
My love for you
I saw a friend that I once knew at a funeral
He took the time out to be seen
His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch
That he'd
Kitchen knifes and the silent kill.
Gun shots start the rumor mill.
Let's take this back to the old school
Live our lives by the Queensberry rules.
Two
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