Lyrics:
Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
And me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band. Huh.
Riding a Stutz Bearcat,
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
Thangs is goin good, bought moms a caddy me an old school impala
Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
With my
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
His stripes I am now healed
By His wounds I am set free
By His sacrifice, eternal life
There is forgiveness at the cross
Let me fall, let me fall
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Rock, you know my era
Be-boy seasoning, salt-n-pepa
Grown and sexy, come with the extra
a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at the age nineteen, but I may just give that back
To show my friends I could do it again if I started
they smoke
Hoes yellin', 'Watch ya back!'
But before I could turn around, before I could I react,
blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now?
Is this
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life
trips and Disney
He never missed one of my little league games
When I was 5 he introduced me to Springsteen
The only sound from his radio in '91 was
Of the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
(Chubb Rock)
Rock, you know my era
B-boy seasoning, salt -n- pepa
Grown and sexy, come with
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
feet (real talk)
And it's the children in the
Streets we gotta reach (real talk)
I rock on real talk the way the side walks
Whats up with the radio
something I can't explain
I'm running to see her again
I want to talk to my little wild one
And I want to rock with my little wild one
All my life is
so many times
But know there’s always someone standing by your side
Misery loves company
We fail again and again and again
Misery is for you and me
We
Gonna raise hell tonight just to feel alive
My heads spinning like a 45
Lead foot, RPMs in my eye
Screaming 110 in a 55
This life wont pass me by
Ive
I'm in the Mediterranean
You still ain't vent
Explain to me why I want to be you again
You on the radio crying, I'm learning to swim
of a bus, a hundred of us
Life in America shouldn't be so tough
We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights
After fighting scores
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