Lyrics:
Life is sweet
Accomodations can't be beat
On easy street
Easy street
Yes you'll see
Watch the world roll by your feet
Don't look down
That's it
niggas go to see naked ho's
Shake that ass bitch
And be off in the club with a hard-ass dick
Then drop like this bitch
If you want to make the money
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I
Yeah, it's about that time, yeah
Time ta take off partna, alright
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-G
Get your doe or die partna
Yup, let's go
Still
and Black, now, where the party at?
Pop that champagne bottle, we goin' up full throttle
Don't matter, wherever Snoopy go, these hoes gon' follow
Glasses
Walking down the street
Standing looking at me
If you don't wanna know me
How happy I will be
Don't cross over the street to me
If you don't
you'll only make me glad
Better listen little girl, you go on walkin g down the street
I ain't got no love, I ain't the kind to meet
'Cause you'll never
Don't fuck no bitch that's fucking with your dawg, that's law
If you come up don't forget about your dawgs, that's law
I'm a street nigga so it's
Of the street shit to the block
Parental advised
I'm feeling like Muhammad Ali in his prime
Mike Jordan in his heyday
Call me Jeff Gordon in that hard
Top
like I supposed to
Rollin like I supposed to
Shinin' like I supposed to
In the club, fuckin' wit' honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it when
feels
To have wings on your heels
And to fly down the street in a trance
You'll fly down the street
On the chance that you'll meet
And you'll meet
Not
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
wetin I taste
Na ein calm me down, you self know, say I craze
I dey give the hustle, all that it takes eeh
I dey knack steady, so girls dey my place
nothing could go wrong
Not counting on calico silver to be gone
Pave the streets with silver
Let the wagons roll
Don't those mountains look just like
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
feels to have wings on your heels
And to fly down a street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac,
Now baby girl there ain't no more
That I can say
You know by now I want it more than anythang
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in
try to go, my legs and my feet
They seem to know the way.
Hey, sweet baby, oh don't you know that I am yours from head to toe.
All the way down
I'm the product of the age of narcotics
That means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for
it down
And dance, gonna be okay (oh) da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance (ooh yeah), spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance (ooh yeah),
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around
Standing in the rain
Washing off my sins
The streets ain't the same
They spin one time, they'll spin again
Go make love to an angel
While
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