Lyrics:
PRESENTER:
Welcome back. Before the break we saw Andrew and Julie, who bought this beautiful Victorian property, which sits just a stones throw away
SKINCARVER
600 dollars for a revolver carver
Buy the dial bunnies
Or I will kill your family carver
Colored Georgios
Playin' Tic-Tac-Toe
I'm
Bum Squad DJ family
Shout to Loud Prince, Crystal Bubblin', (Paul Wall)
All of the heavy hitters, (Trey Songz), all of the Murda Mamis
Can't forget
Let me introduce you to a part of England
Where the town centre's a psychiatric prison
And every family has a new addition every six months
Coz
swinging
And we putting in work, all done in brotherhood
Yeah, we like family and ATL's motherhood
Brand new home, let the games begin
This season, we
hand over this land,
Move so we know Your face.
Rush Your agenda front and centre.
Run rampant in our streets!
Yahweh. Yahweh.
Yahweh. Yahweh.
Broken
keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
How come the streets don't want me to live?
Plus my niggas keep tellin' me
time
Sto coi kids zero crime mai ma da sempre attratto dalla street life
YSL i profumi di gin siamo pieni a fiumi
Stepback dietro i muri quando
And gyrate dem waist, mhm, hit surprise
So when you call mi name
Ah Dancehall you call
Mi got the thugs dem ah party from wall to wall
Mi drink Street
And gyrate dem waist, mhm, hit surprise
So when you call mi name
Ah Dancehall you call
Mi got the thugs dem ah party from wall to wall
Mi drink Street
It was all about the centre
Voiceless nameless moan about the winter
Now they're going round the bend
Left or right splitting families and friends
heat home
I'm everywhere the streets know
I live by the G code
Bitch I think I'm Nino
From Nautica jackets to Andrew Martin
Lights in
gatherings
After hiding for nearly an hour we would finally come out from where we were joyful at winning the game when in reality our family members told us
WHAT?!?!)
It's here and there, we're the core (THE CENTRE!!!)
And if Tommy gets live once more, we're back on his agenda
And for y'all hopeful niggas,
keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
How come the streets don't want me to live?
Plus my niggas keep tellin' me
and falls
His family couldn’t really help at all
When every pound they earn is another three spent
Is it any surprise, that to the streets they went
Tryin’
A lil' town Elmhood
On Elmhurst Street
Baby V running roun
Barefoot feet
No shoes
blacks and blues
BET
Andrew a G
Adele you would see
In the kitchen
it old school
Bar-b-q with the soul food at Nicole's pool
Mister, Jayson, Andrew, Ran2 and you can't forget Miguel
Shout out to Deontay man I hope
my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the letter-coated afro
hmm it surprise
So when yuh call mi name
A dancehall yuh call
Mi got the thugs dem a party from wall to wall
Mi drink street vybz rum but mi sober
New kicks everyday of the week
Loyal to the game and you know I ain't cheat
Pray to God but I'm still in the streets
No guns I be using my feet, I'm
on streets than on my bed
I miss my family, baby, I miss my friends
Sun of Middle East, burnin above my head
3A flat, gotta knock cause there ain't no bell
I'm
custom brakes
Hit the streets and ball
Centre of attention like Bynum and
GasolYou know that killer californication
When you feeling like you
Sitting
and rejoined the resistance
And got spun tryna chase the rotisserie chicken
Back when I was staying on Dragon Street far away from family
I realised that nothing
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