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Streets of Gold (3OH!3) · Streets of Gold (3OH!3) · Singing on Streets of Gold (IIIrd Tyme Out) · Streets of Gold (3OH!3) · Streets of Gold [Limited Edition] [CD/DVD] (3OH!3) · Streets of Gold (3OH!3) · Forever Gold: Gold Collection: Gospel Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Spirit of the Streets [Epitaph] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Streets of Ska (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Streets of New York (Willie Nile) – and 90 other albums »


up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that queen of diamond's joy
When
the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But
on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord, that Queen of Diamond's joy
When the outlaw in
up on the streets of gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club Queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that Queen of Diamond's joy
When
South Tacoma Way
By Neko Case and her Boyfriends
From Furnace Room Lullaby
(N.Case/B.Connelly/J.Trueblood/S.Betts)


Chords transcribed by Warren
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three
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
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
the light of your embrace
When Your love is all I need
And forever I am free

Where the streets are made of gold
In Your presence here to hold
Let these
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
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
there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers

Cause she's a gold digger [Repeat: x3]

[Parrish Smith]
the south
Chrome toys, tatted up with them golds in my mouth
See-Murder (what?) True nigga, thugged out, hustle hard
From the streets, the CP3, my dogg
clothes are bought and people meet
Each city has a place that's quite the same
Even though it might go by a different name

Delancey Street
Delancey
on the saw and he
threw his head back with a 
mouth full of gold teeth
And they played 'Lopsided heart'
And 'Moon over Dog Street' 

And by the time they
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
opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain’t knowin' their goals
The streets
The streets ain’t safe cause they ain’t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we
The streets ain’t safe cause they ain’t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we
The streets ain’t safe cause they ain’t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we
After Hours it was cool

Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
the gold rush and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode through
I had to threaten to blow their
He was the heavyweight king at the age of 21
From the streets of New York where they're all called mean
He never had no mom, never had no dad
His
Four steps in the morning, 
Two steps in the day, 
Three steps in the evening, 
The darkness is a?blazing all the angels? seats
And soldiers step