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up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that queen of diamond's joy
When
the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But
on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord, that Queen of Diamond's joy
When the outlaw in
up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club Queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that Queen of Diamond's joy
When
South Tacoma Way
By Neko Case and her Boyfriends
From Furnace Room Lullaby
(N.Case/B.Connelly/J.Trueblood/S.Betts)


Chords transcribed by Warren
you.

Vs 2
I looked on both sides of the river
That flows through the city of God
I searched through bright mansions celestial
And streets of gold
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
the light of your embrace
When Your love is all I need
And forever I am free

Where the streets are made of gold
In Your presence here to hold
Let these
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
street you'll get jacked in the county streets

(Chorus)

Verse 3

I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning
there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers

Cause she's a gold digger [Repeat: x3]

[Parrish Smith]
the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
See-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg
'cause they ain't know and they goes
The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins
clothes are bought and people meet
Each city has a place that's quite the same
Even though it might go by a different name

Delancey Street
Delancey
on the saw and he
threw his head back with a 
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street' 

And by the time they
The town where she was born
Like town where I was born
Was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures
Like me she feels
After Hours it was cool

Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
Four steps in the morning, 
Two steps in the day, 
Three steps in the evening, 
The darkness is a?blazing all the angels? seats
And soldiers step
One time around the block
Two times around the clock
Three times, don't cross the little lady (lady)

So pretty and, oh, so bold
Got a heart
fuckin streets 
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie the streets I run 
How am
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your