Lyrics:
down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you, yeah
for a woman
An Angel dressed in black
Baby, Baby,
Why'd you leave me all alone
Now, I walk the street at midnight,
Hurting to the bone
& when I find
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry (Wait a minute I know this)
Each time (What you did this)
Walk on by (Oh ho you know what
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
Pretty woman walking down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could look
MC who you can't deny
'Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker
I'm the cold crushin' lover, the heart breaker
So come on, fly girls,
who you can't deny
Cause I'm the baby-maker, I'm the woman-taker
I'm the cold-crushin lover, the heartbreaker
So come on, fly girls, and please don't
wit me
I hang wit the Killas, Raised by gangstas I be inna streets
Cant be on no sucka shit cause lil niggas look up to me
I ride for the gang yea
Thats
Pretty woman walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not so good
No one could look
She was a woman sawed in half
It was done by a bad magician
There was a point at which she just had to laugh
You could appreciate her position
Her
like an old gusher. They see me passing by like, look at that Ol' rusher. Sorry not sorry... you old sucker.
Still dealing with Slow-Walkers, hey Ms
the way of the Lord
Sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet
So you love this city and you love these streets
Every child out playing by their own
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
Come on nigga
(If you see me walking down the street)
Cool calm puffing a cigarette
If you see me walking down
Wete ke tsamaya ka lenkeke
(Walk on by
[Busta Rhymes]
Remember the days when I was walking and talking
Doing what I gotta do, doing what we want to do
Off into my walked dawn missions,
on tied
Trynna find my way untied
Nigga walking on a cold road
All my nigga pree one time
Fucking all the rule no time
Grinding inna street no smile
Mi
Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
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