Lyrics:
greece, cant leave the house without a piece
No paper trail no receipts, run em down and I wear them like geese
Go ape like Maurice
Pitbull in the sheets
Come on now
Zaga zaga na
Come on now
Baby, girl I love you
And ah wan for mek you love me back
So tell me, if I can gi you
You go gi me, that's all I
me before o was wearing'
Bank Brothers is no threat
Bryan Roberts is so whack
T-Dot is like a pitbull
Put money on ya head and he go fetch
He used
of the realest and frankly I'm too nasty
Swerving in and out of the lane they can't catch me
G code a 1,000 I'm street savvy
Plum whip khaki the guts with two
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys
Who watch the girls go by
Eye do eye
They solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is
and burnt out feet
Ask me why did I kill that bitch
My pitbull needed some fuckin meat
Streets are no longer safe 4 kids
A nigga might flip and cut out yo
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
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
the conversation high)
Now she can't get me off of her mind cause I
(Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high)
Here I go, putting myself out
Stand up and
demand equality for yourself bruh
Im ready to go to war-gotta fight for our rights
Im ready to go to war life aint right
Im ready to go
{Girl Singing}
Listen to me everybody, I got a story to tell
Well, well
Ono wan make beef outta steam fish?
Tell ya artist keep my name out they
and now i'm living better than ever since I found this
I'm all arround the world in all the countries
You can call me pitbull
I fix a girl, that's a chick
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by
Kid's rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
girls, I'm looking at you girls
You mix and match it girls
You dress so fly
I'm fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
Just an American girl in
(arigato)
I'm fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
Just an American girl in the Tokyo streets
My boyfriend bought me a Hysteric Glamour shirt
but he a pitbull off the leash
I pray that I get thru highschool without being inna streets
I found me a real girl my real niggas get a piece
I found
going in the Wig and Pen?
He was charged with telling lies again.
I see the world go by as I lean against my wall.
I watch as Fleet Street makes new
100 now, that girl nasty
I'm never lettin' the opportunity pass me, by
I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it's true what they say when
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is
Written By: Michael A. Johnson
You can’t walk inside my shoes or wear the socks on my feet
I’m validated by the Lord & certified in the streets
I
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