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your street cred
To whole-wheat porridge ha ha K'naan, Wale

Aw man, it's been a ride
It's been a hell of a journey for me man
We started off just kinda

Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy

by me, 
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving. 

Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans, 
When DJs stop spinning

Getting bred on the low
Getting head on the low too
Nigga I been getting paid by myself
Getting bread by myself
Tell me, nigga do I know you
No nigga, do it

on the streets
She was telling me her problems
How she was crossed by her peeps
And, fucking talking
I was addressing with ease
Hit her momma's house in peace

Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk

K'Naan is a musician and poet

MOGADISHU, Somalia

ONE has to be careful about
Stories especially true ones
When a story is told the first time, it

kept
But she kept trying and he kept lying
She found out and she hardly slept
And so it was life in the east
Life in mogadishu life in the streets

Ringling, Ringling

Jimmy Buffett

Living and Dying in 3/4 Time

1974

Ringling, Ringling
Slippin' away
Only forty people, livin' there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
It's a dyin' little town

Off the Block

E-40

The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil, Pt. 5

2013

Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa

It don't stop (don't stop)
Always

cousins (ayy)

Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky

Die Bout It

Kevin Gates

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

grandmother, thuggin
Grew up in the street, real street nigga
Not a local rapper in your own city, boy you look disgusting
You look ugly, black, dirty, dusty

praying for me and my G's to eat, we different
Never compare yourself to a G
Came to do it big ain't no way imma let yall win
Pro black by nature, dusty

unbearble 
DRAGGED BY THE WIND ACROSS THE DUSTY STREET 
I CRY IN A CAGE AS AN ANIMAL WITHOUT HOPE 
I JUMP OUT THE SPACE AS AN HORRIBLE TENTACLE 
maybe i will

darling, they'll find us in the gutter of our ecstasy 
 
I see your skin closing in on me from the other side of the street Dusty morning dusty town dusty

A mood that turns, a schoolkid dies
This is part of daily life in Soweto
The bloodshed on these dusty roads
Carried by the wind that blows
Through

Gold Rush

Snoop Dogg

Tha Doggfather

1996

if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you

nigga
Walking around dusty
I didn't have money
When I needed help
No one for me
But say that I changed
Claiming I'm starting to act funny
I'm deep In my

driven by desire
Enjoying our freedom on the streets of fire
Like a thunderstorm we're rolling, rolling down the track
Straight ahead we're going, never

When the voice cracks
Its the old rocking Queen walking down the street
Prepared to get robbed by a stranger she can beat
She does a backflip – boom –

was right
When everything was right

So you're shouting at those teenagers for playing on your street
While they're picking on some other by who's mind

the streets
Even worse in the govy
Coat in a cubby
Nine in a dresser drawer
Live for a hummy
Unsure of what we dyin for
Above the law
Buried beneath bones from

street's overrun by smoking fools

Sunsets
Tired Eyes
Living fast in paradise
City lights
Silver lines
My home

My home
My home
My home
My home

I am back in

Rainmaker

Harry Nilsson

Harry

1969

it's shady
Hundred-and-ten in the hot sun
Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies
See how they run

Called down the lightnin'
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