Lyrics:
these streets
(SP The Ghost, Poobz)
I'll take it all for real
Yeah, ohhhh-whoa
Yeah
My life my life my life my life
In these streets
In these streets
See
Trailblazing tears, story of a king
Puddles full of water, flowers in the spring
Grandma and her daughter, cooking by the sink
I could lose it all,
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
in them Rolls, the ones that come with chauffeurs
Who the fuck the DJ? He playin' all my hits
Say who them niggas puttin' on? Bet they got all
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga
Tryna say
Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (go)
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo
the door
And I ain't even interested in stealing your whore
So why these niggas actin like they want to marry the floor?
Like they ain't seen me breeze
I, had to go
Cause New York DJ's changed the flows
To clothes and hoes, but that wasn't me
I'll be damned if I dance for the MTV
So in 1998 I began
Clue
Clue
Clue
Clue...
[Outkast]
Out of the basement
Out of the dungeon
Look at these broads
What have you done to them?
Rippin'it,
chop
Keep on working 24 in the glock
Made the deep game, aquamini and Roc
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent of these niggas with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh
In my lifetime, I need
always make it look like Slight work
Also, shout out some of the rawest DJs In the motherfucking game
And if I don't say your motherfucking Name
Please
sound that designs the street
Freddie Foxxx designed the rhyme, Premier designed the beat
Chorus
[scratches by DJ Premier]
"Bumpy Knucks.."
seat in back of the Benz, uh
Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything (I'd trade it all)
All, even give up my street dreams (trade it all)
to tell
About five years ago I began my quest to be the best DJ in the whole US
There was a lot of DJ's striving in my spot
They were putting me down
rather be doin?
Would you rather be in these streets scrappin and shootin with these niggas
Or somewhere with a blunt in your mouth
Getting ya dick sucked
Boy, nappy Boy)
(DJ Khaled) Ay yo Pain. I want you to go in.
DJ Khaled, Let's Go Man
(We The Best!) (Listen!)
I got up out the streets
So I ain't
believe my ears, hot, these niggaz is barely warm
In fact they wack, they just got a hot song
Fuckin up the game is catz like you
That make wack niggaz
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way
Darkside, Darkside, Darkside
[DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to the situation my son")
Premo
the rent
No's my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt
I'm uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard
It's DJ on rebirth, fat
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
means I'm barely passin
Sorta like Spencer's rank, smellin ass, always gassin
Fart shoes, yeah, just like art shoes
Since I be cloppin in the streets like
DJ Khaled,
We the Best Season has returned
Cause I'm out here grindin')
I do this for the streets, the RUNNERS
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
While I'm in the streets tryin to ball
I know its hard to take all I've done
So order you a shot hun that 1-5-1
Kickin back chillin by candlelight
While I'm in the streets tryin to ball
I know its hard to take all I've done
So order you a shot hun that 1-5-1
Kickin back chillin by candlelight
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