Lyrics:
gettin any
Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny
Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet
while my vogues burn, up and down the street
stood a chance
When the ink ran red on Fleet Street
You turned your eyes to France
Humbled far from Dublin, chased across the waves
Your biting wit still
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark
white cocaine)
Back when Joey's name was Cartagena (Pure white cocaine)
Steppin' on it like la Macarena (Pure white cocaine)
My Rollie, my bitch Rollie,
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's comin' back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
into
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh oh, oh
This is now my home, my home
Oh oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh oh, stuck here sitting
into
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh oh, oh
This is now my home, my home
Oh oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh oh, stuck here sitting
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh,
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
oh, I'm burning on the back street
Oh oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if
You need to know that I'm a rider
Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire
(Major Lazer) Word
Straight up
Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh,
on the right
Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight
White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary
On what race
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Raise your banners, raise them high
In your homeland hear the cry
From the battle, turn to home
Back to England to claim your throne
Six white
miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
When people pass by
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
and violence
I was raised in the jungle with snakes, rats and some lions (yeah)
Leather Pellys for winters, dope boys and giants
Daddy took over the streets
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