Lyrics:
your rights
All three of 'em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well...
Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
Where my street disciples, church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread
I know these streets and these backyards,
This barn that's falling down.
We come to where they're building now
And ride our bikes around.
On these streets where the time had died
The golden treat you never tried
In times of old, in days gone by
If I could catch your dancing eye
It
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
down, had a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel, like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
radio'd for back up cars
So we could put this crook behind bars
Another criminal off the streets
Another D.J. back to his beats
I walked in the club and I
son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry
I might pop a fuck nigga, yeah, like
been lost
Inside myself and my own mind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?
Well, I've walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth
love in these streets
It's just some pain in it
But I was made in it
Yeah, we were raised different
You can't see the trap when you still caged
born and raised in the county of Dade (ah)
born and raised, born born and raised, born and raised in the county of Dade.
DJ Khaled!
When I
born and raised in the county of Dade (ah)
born and raised, born born and raised, born and raised in the county of Dade.
DJ Khaled!
When I
pointers and they head up
30 shots in the semi-clock, and I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama we the realest nigga, street music make em' feelin equal
of the Basin Street Queens
She got tired of that smokey-wine dream
Began to feel lonesome, on'ry and mean
We got together, and we cashed in our sweeps
Gave
A man walks down the street
He says, "why am I soft in the middle, now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
DJ Khaled,
We the Best Season has returned
Cause I'm out here grindin')
I do this for the streets, the RUNNERS
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
around da sole you can't find these in da store
You ain't never seen these high top Luis V checkerboard
Walkin like I'm walkin' on da moon I'mma Louis V
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from their
'em honey, I'll look them in the eye
And say, "Tonight I am out on these streets to watch the lonely hearts
Go flyin"
Oh, they fly by night
I'm
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