Lyrics:
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
streets niggaz shook up
When I eat up on that P alwAys pull out
When I pull I just shoot up
Disturb my peace you deceased
Bitch please get on your knees
phony
On God
Talk behind my back instead of phone me, fuck yall
Keep giving chances cause I love y'all, trust y'all
We could go so far homie, go so far
or die, I'm ya alibi
We are the modern Bonnie and Clyde
I stay by your side and you stay by mine
No need for change cause you are my dime
We go on a date,
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
wanna love you
I wanna hold you
I wanna see you one last time
Before you slip away from me
I wanna know why
Why you're leaving, and is
This my last chance
I don't know, where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
chance to hold you close
I don't know, where you're going
Just get your ass back home
We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions
So
to ask you a chance
to get what I want
to get what I want
It's not about I'm fool
We're talking about changes you do
to my legs
to my soul
through my
life
I'm walking in the street and the moon shines bright
A little melody is spinning on my mind tonight
I gotcha it's the song about chihuahua
Yeah,
on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like "Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado
I guess tomorrow ain't promised unless you're Amish
The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity
The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado
I guess tomorrow ain't promised unless you're Amish
chance
And if you cut me, don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay, is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
them thangs with it
On co-sign and the whole nine
Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs
You're so wrong
I'm the last nigga to roll
I'm livin' kinda swell
I thought you was the one, yeah
I thought you was my baby
Now I see through your games
And I know you're tryin' to play
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
I'm a beast wit my rap shit (Yuh)
Can't predict my actions (Nah)
We're in the game you're on the bench
In street ball you'd be the last pick (Ha)
But
and take their chances
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose a lot
Come make your own contribution to this melting pot
I'm the street you walk
for certain that you're punching above your weight
You can last a couple rounds then fall flat upon your face
But wait I can say that I learned a thing
Stille]
Each day I listen what the streets say
Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples
Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever
just to hear the realest shit
Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit
See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets
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