Lyrics:
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
young man
An me will surely give di remedy
One by one
Born Jamericans is di crew
From the streets of Washington
Where nuff people smoke crack
My life is at a standstill popped a couple damn pills
Them shrinks will have you taking meds by the hand fills
I was in a dark place, between a rock
remember Webster and the Hill
Since we linked up thru Gutta
We like brothers
Showed me love that's real
And you kept me going
When I wanted to give it up for
gonna catch me Jigga selling Ye
I tell my girl I love her everyday that's why I'm grinding hard to get it every way
Got to get it and flip it got
make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin' the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
beat women
We beat the odds
After the divorce it was like all we had left was
Miracle on 4th Street
Tea of Heaven
Love
Pops was nothin but a phony
You
it came from above
Hes really is the whole definition of Love
He is the only reason life ever seems beautiful
Even with all of the dirt thats been
Analogical
I swear I love my borough
Ferry wait I'm heading back to the island
Homecoming alert just left the city wilding
Putting on for my borough
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
gotta see me I'm giving the streets hell
I feel like the streets failed by tryna make me derail
We just buy and trade guns no we don't do no resales
Wake
getting by
I always wanted more
Had dreams of riding foreign
So God put me in a Porsche
I drove it straight to Georgia
Pack flew from California
He love
Maybe she’s sick of this
Bleaching overtime extra lying in the synthesis
Choose life new mind new genesis
Free definite definition no deficit
disease, that shit that disgust me
Don't touch me on the streets with the sweeper
'Cause the streets pretty dusty
And I've always got love for genuine
XZcRKHcN
We stay connected
Bronx to crizona well protected
Our names ring bells, throughout this country were respected
By the highest authorities,
like a creep
Picking on the losers, dweebs, freaks, and geeks
There's the antagonist, on the attack
Hitting on the love interest, hits him with a slap
the rockets
I'm out in Houston
Where they do it
Just exactly how I need it
Cartier right by that Webster
Guess I'm paying for convenience
Catch me
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
Freedom to love
Free to believe
(Being able to)
To walk the streets
Free to be me
You're the definition of a privileged mind
Talking about the lack
dissect it
Soundin' like Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
A Ras Kass record and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them pretty buttons making wack
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