Lyrics:
All these rocky mountains
To play five songs and drink some more
And fall asleep
Getting taped by locals
Don't have the nerve to ask for food
and me both
Ha no time to mourn
I see a way but we've gotta move dope
And grab the bull by the horns
Nightmares of a lonely night
No money in my stash
Heartbeats are made in these streets by the protesters feet
As they march to their beat
They're frontline soldiers
Battled and their scared
Fighting
Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre
If a bitch in my DM's, I know what's up
She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side
And go all the way up
Now
crew
Smoke something, drink something
We do what we do
Styrofoam filled with the DJ Scrue
That's the purrple for you Urkels
That don't relate to
Getting
We still right here don't fresh your luck
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin' about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride
ago
It was way back in '76
Our friendship formed of pure innocence
We first met in Mathew Street
Where we heard something that would set us free
find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
The DJ said on the radio
Life should
Im sliding down bell on ya pussy nigga
Cashville where the hate bigger than they pistols
Cashville where these hoes shake they ass and titties
claimed to be a street nigga, but you won't take from me
Looking real funny laughing at em', like okay dummy
Doubled up in ten days, on me got the rackayes
a thousand of us like me mobbing the street
When we're starving, we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood
Realest nigga looking in the mirror
And I can tell by looking in your eyes
You moving out of fear
And I can tell by listening to your lies
You aint been in
remind me of bitches
You say Nebraska ain't shit, hit the O out by Lincoln
Got a bitch in the back with a Jazz Black & Mild
These niggas thinking they wild
Still here in Sweden we're the talk of the town
With the Razzle Gang and our flower crowns
Jappie on the beat and he's still around
And with these
pain and struggle chasing me,
Not facing me creep Up like a sneaky thief,
Yet I see u coming well versed in these streets,
It's a cold game but u can
by
But they don't say hello
and they don't look you in the eye
Creaking porch swing drowned-out by the
noise in these streets
And the air's not
Another night in the streets all alone
Stepping out the winter, cold like all these bitches' nerves
I know you're not coming it's only tonight or nevermore
as a Blue Flame,
We got this shit on lock/
We kickin' Ass like Lui Kang,
Still got some Wigs to rock/
I’m pullin' out then goin’ in,
This shit won’t ever
Back in my city and damn I thought these things would change
I've been waking every morning to a city full of rage
These adolescents rep they gang
entire city on they knees, recognizin the mob
Took the cash that he was makin, in this seat
And compared it, to the cash off in these God-damn streets
The Case
Got My M’s Up, Bought A House By The Lake
Tell These Fuck Niggas To Get Use To This Gwap
Running Through The Check & The Shit Won’t Stop (It Won’t
keep it tucked stay' by your side
Ghetto love story yeah it's all up in my veins, I always Stay true to myself I swear I'm never playin' games
I'm always
be Movin cautious
Prayin that I came to that scandalous Location
Sick I’m playin wit change and yo Band in rotation
Tryna come up off me like these
gettin that money
I'm In my zone because the streets don't love me
The streets don't love you lil nigga start thinkin
You trynna get out but then ya mind
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