Lyrics:
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that hoe to the street (street)
I'ma show you new me (new me)
I'ma show y'all new me (ooh-wee)
Yeah
Baby, hold
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat
[Chorus]
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it
Living on the street
Tonight's a lonely place to be all right, oh lord
The rhythm of the city, I don't find it pretty anymore
Like I did before
niggas can't fuck With me, Yall niggas aint Touching me
I'm a real G., I'm real street, I'm a real beast, on Real beats
That K-Cutta it stay with me,
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole,
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
Bill Cosby pills
Call me "The Street Pharmacist"
Fizzy, I'm high, Fizzy
That manage the eighth
Fizzy, banging out on beats, Fizzy
My nigga plan to hate
When you feel the beat, the beat of the street
And you got your ear down to the concrete
You know what's going on and what will happen
You get
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
beat them cases
Came back home and i feel amazing
I'm knee deep in i can't stop now
I'm married to the streets i took my vows
Don't cross me got my
My bloodline got some shooters
I can't trust these boys like Judas
Niggas acting clueless
Like they wasn't raised by boomers
Chaos in the streets
one
She's a girl that cant be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
She's a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
She's the sunflower
Flyin', only time we do planes, nigga
Everywhere the Grizzley Gang go, they got them things with 'em (straps)
Beat the streets, but I lost a couple main
this beat yeah you know how it go
Oh no
You belong
To the streets
You a treesh
By tonight
You'll belong to the streets
Oh no
You belong
To the streets
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
on the street
Play it for the Whiz Kid
Just play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
Switch the mix mister D.J
(Girls singing - repeats
you get when you fuck wit me rain and drop bombs on your head
Thug-in the streets 510 beast on beats
Murder and feast on beats I come from the deep
I need a beat
I need a beat, I need a beat (I need a beat, I need a beat)
And it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion
Malibu beat, subject
I need a beat
I need a beat, I need a beat (I need a beat, I need a beat)
And it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion
Malibu beat, subject
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl if that's you
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl if that's you
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