Lyrics:
of the bus
Painted tags dusty leaves
Bookshelves gates
Balcony railings
Sun loungers open windows
Slides mattresses and old man chairs
Off street parking
street parking for the Rover
It's a fixer upper though
Yeah, no, not the Rover, the Rover's golden
I'm talking about that big old thing over the road
There's an old man in a parking lot off Main Street
He's tipping back the bottle till it's dry
He'll drink until the forties are all emptied
Then
a parking lot off church street
Not getting very far
Taking pity in myself
And all of the delays
Of hard work I put off for another non-existent day
I find
In the parking lot, off Violet Street
With the rain pouring
On down your face
I held you tight
And I said I might be leaving for a while
Why did I
Lil bitch they don't make em' like me no more
Lil bitch they don't make em' like me no more
Yea we came off the street bitch off the floor
Yea we
was 6 o'clock on highway 5, so we stayed off the street. he's bright and shiny like a brand new penny, and he's bad and hot as a hemie. supercharged in
the cage when it fly up
Whip it fast for it dry up
Off the glass that's a sky hook
Beef shit we don't put it off
Street shit we done shook it off
Niggas came
read
Rest in peace, the yellow tape blockin' off the streets
A baby mama yellin at the police
But you don't understand
You figure that we're just
from off of the Street
She put a new suit on by back
And new boots on my feet
Said, "Thank you, kind lady
What do you want in return?"
She said,
get accustomed to the sound
One more murder in this town
Block off the street and
Wrap the crime scene tape around.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
From the west coast to the east coast
Got them brown girls and perico
From a t-shirt to a p-coat
Went commercial off a street flow!
From the ghetto
say adios (Adios)
Danny ya boy is going ghost
Congratulations men
We kept all the thotties
And the fuckboys off the streets
Return back to base
So we
broke
MVP fresh off the streets picked by The best coach
My Hall of Fame jersey is with doc Magic and Michael's
Even tho life's a gamble you gotta Raise
get accustomed to the sound
One more murder in this town
Block off the street and
Wrap the crime scene tape around.
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I
him off the street
I thought he was a stray dog, turns out he's a beaver
But he'll be fine with just you and me
Don't worry, he's not diseased, nor does
stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street
All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat
Ever since I could remember I been on my grind,
All
a mouse
In the boarded-up stores and the broken-down houses
So they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
Just to prove they got no manners
No
before all the masses
Cause the first thing I need when I got a new beat
Is to see how it sounds echoing off the street
I just take it for a spin, pop
gettin' tired, you're lookin' kinda peaked
the music off the street, drive you off your feet
you didn't know how rock n' roll looked
until you caught
young, always knew I'd be a crook
Straight up off the streets
That white powder, learned to cook
Was eleven years old when I
Sold my first slab
Thirteen,
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