Lyrics:
(Yeah, where the girls)
Yah-yah
Ayo, my niggas can't cap, can't have fun by their damn selves
Everytime we pull up, gotta ask ""Nigga, where the girls
Ten four Red Dog it's on
Aiyyo question:
what does an Afro-rockin next-droppin Westside type
have in common with a East rock a vest put you
threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by
Yeah
I don't even know where to start
Young man in the streets named Jordan
So you kinda figure that he’s good with all the scorin’
But not
The streets is broke and they can have it back
Ain't no love out here it's where the madness at
These Streets, These Streets, They Show No Love
They Show No
Started off as a street thug just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
probation
guilty, no penalty would be exacted.
Dane: Running in the streets, nowhere to hide
The military forces are preparing our exile
The law was spread and it
the new owner of these fuckin streets
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?
[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie
They just left him there
Uncovered
Lying in the middle of the street
No one went to check his pulse
Or to make sure he had a heartbeat
Blood slowly
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
rope no where to go
And you gave me
No where to go (and you saved me)
I was down and out 2
I was doing drugs 2
I was running the streets 2
Never
a place where we should go
So he lead me through the forest to the edge of a lagoon by which
We wandered 'til we reached a bubbly spring
The knight grew
true or false, you shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walk past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments, I will not talk in
I must have lost your number in the all-night garage
And now I'm wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rain
Whilst my shoes
to have no pot to piss in, forgive me God for all that sin
Real Street nigga, posted up in festivals, selling out of bows
It was winter when I slept in,
A piece of me is half of this paper
You mother fuckers buggin' over shit that I say but
Have no problem when I show a bit of my anger
When I'm bitchin'
askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where they be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say, "Lil nigga, listen here
If I don't got no business there, I don't got
to his body, 9 in his head
Transgressions paid in full by blood, Lil Red was dead
Street code is the shit that we live by
Transgressions is something that
a recession (ye-ye)
Trappers respect it, the cappers ejected
Don't need no election, go look at the throne
I spell His Name with four letters, no better
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in
10. Heaven calling my name, no shame if I died today
11. Live my life to the fullest, being solitude
12. Fuck the world, don't need their approval
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
for a name & a dime
Bitch it's D'rose & ain't no switching over
In these streets please control your emotions
Remember nights used to ride in the yolie
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