Lyrics:
decide the right track
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Street sweeper, baby (street sweeper, baby)
I love you like crazy oh (crazy oh)
Don't tell me maybe, don't
niggas be talkin' too much, I don't do that
You know what's up with me, nigga, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE
Run like a track meet, I chase
sweeper gon clean up the streets
Pull up with 9's we sliding in jeeps
Coming for blood just like a leach
Reach for my chain, you reach I teach
Not like
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack them
Get a weapon and I
to change my ways
I still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack them
Jack a n**** for the day to days and I yak them, attack them,
bulletproof hats
And steel pants
Now everybody got a gun in they hand
Yeah bitch nigga run to ya man
Street sweeper aerials fuck where they land
Niggas close
life is a bitch and shit happens for some reasons so I'm
Weaving traffic like twisted fingers, eyes low like sweepers
With a sleeper, going at least a,
Crowd pleaser, register off the meter
Vocal street-sweeper, buck shots through the speaker
Pleasure seekers, 50 thou' in the stands
True fans get it
the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista' Meth,
gymnasts
The crew with me that’s gang shit and the click savage
Heat seekers bringing out street sweepers to lift traffic
The name is Reeper the soul is
Southside on the track
Yeah
I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects
Dick rock hard like a mouth test
Hit it from the side, that's
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We them
Why don't you relax
While I slap on this track
Making my comeback
You know who's back
It's Corni, here to make
Your life a misery
That ain't a joke
trapped on center stage
And I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage
I still hear a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack
all that jazz
When they get down to the get down they ask
That bass so deep, my heart so cold
I let you hear that street
Sweeper drum line row
Rat-a
more warriors soon
Sent from the star, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience,
more warriors soon
Sent from the star, sun and the moon
In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience,
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
Trippin I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm
AK on my lap that's a real street sweeper
Shawty wants to fuck me cus she know my whip's cleaner
Bad little latina
Love my demeanour
She call me her
the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? Dawg, am I wrong for dat?
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin' down security 'cause I
for those dudes love
Standard stanzas
Staying on the track like Gatlin
Prior to the ban quick fast to
Zoom like Boosie higher than Bootsy
Get'em
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