Lyrics:
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two
One, two, three
[Hook 1]
I'm a' count to three
By the time I get to three
Everybody in this b
Better be
and gentlemena_³Al Green!
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! Yo dogg!
I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!"
Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!"
I keep a dirty
niggas just really flodging
Pull up with the nine
They wanna take my life
Can't let 'em take me by surprise
Oh no no no no, no no no no
The streets talking
street you'll get jacked in the county streets
(Chorus)
Verse 3
I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning
[Chorus: Kid D's]
I jump from the stage from street where I Rock.
I'm hot of this street from this beat that I drop.
This hook your be feeling cause
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
city non finisce mai
Centottanta in circovalla, fra', Milano by night (one, two, three, hit me)
Mille bande nella city, street life
Sono tutti per
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder than everyone I see (where they at?)
I could be a martyr for dying in the streets
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight,
I lost so many people to these streets
I lost so many people in so many different ways
Feds did a sweep
Police trynna catch up to me
They ain't gone
for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name
Politicians
for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name
Politicians
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
I was followed home by a weighing machine
On DeChirico Street
It said, "What do you know?" I said, "What do you mean?"
On DeChirico Street
(ain't you, yeah)
Three, ain't finna let no nigga play with me (no nigga play with me)
I'ma send that nigga straight back to the streets (back
had them feeling like a bride
Then I shut them off at the 3-month blip
Cah their feelings get kind of high
This is cold
My streets have a code
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
gon' be my bitch forever
No matter what happen, I'ma rep the clique forever
Them three letters (CMG)
Them three letters
No matter what happen, you
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
So let's toast to that
Gansta Celebration
Let's toast to that
Toast to the street life, this is how
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
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