Lyrics:
She's a bad girl, ain't another one like her in the whole world
Oooh, when I seen her in the thong
It made me hit the streets and start singing love
the boy would be a hooligan
And now the boy’s bringing hell to them
Reached down and found gold within
The same place they said would be full of sin
Now
(Aye yeah aye)
(Man im havin to much fun with this shit)
Milli cool on a thot ion need it
Hellcat I pull off in a demon
Think he street he just be
featuring Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
[RZA]
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
in
Case they didn't know
I'm from the West Coast
Close to the street like a low rider
Sitting on gold wires
Underground like coal miners
Never had
pigtails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans witnessed a man die
Was
handle biz
Lunchables and sandwiches
Dude dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick
Never heard of witnesses
Better make sure I'm innocent
18 shots at 3
I wish I could repay you
But there's not even gold in the world
So I'll just say thank you
1, 2, 3, 4, come on
Yea, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, yea yea
What's
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
I've been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
all gold, black Maserati
Til you find out that you have nobody
Been so long I've been on my knees
Feet so cold need the Jordan 3's
Teeth all gold, black
the back of niggas hands
And get your vein readin'
They call it New World Order
But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter
World War 3, don't drink
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
wrong and I'm
Feeling okay feeling alright
I'll be out the way like
It makes much of a miracle
We're dreaming of streets that are made with gold
We can be
2 cups fulla drank got my head all in the clouds
3 bitches in the bed with me all sleep they all wore out
4 chains wrapped around my neck white gold
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
Gotham
Streets in my city are rotten with bodies
Feels like I'm Peter or Parker
Because to me it just seems like I'm always surrounded by greed and these
cares who makes the laws
When you get hit by that arrow
Wall street is the place to go
Get on down with an IPO
We're going to the land of rich and plenty
Let me let y'all know something bout me man
(slim thugga motherfucker)
I do this for the block I do this for the hood
I do this for the streets
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
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
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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