Lyrics:
later and a pat on the shoulder
And by midnight, they're back on the street
They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway
Then take the first
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Usually, I make a weed song
So it goes, a weed song
Usually, I make a weed song
So it goes, a weed song
Forty-one, forty-two
Forty-three
Half past three
Nowhere I’d rather be
I’m tired and I’m a prisoner
To all my memories
Foam in glass
View of the TV
I hope they show the cricket
or three, will leave
I walk these streets of gold
And the smell grows on my feet
I cross and slide through a land of mines
I await the gag and my skin
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the shoes, my pockets on Bill Gates, eating good but I’m grind
Like I never ate. Got 3 with me like I’m on eliminate-date (TOO COLD)
They all play they role
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
things
Fall back get some gravity
(Please)
I'm interstellar see
Gold dust when you follow me
No w dub e
But Ima 3sixty like booker-t
Lemme 3
hit a woman
Never in my life
(Ayy) I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife'
(Ayy) In that pussy so deep
I could have drowned twice
(Whoa oh oh) Rose gold
And I'm homeless on the street
And I'm sleeping in Grand Central Station
It's okay if you're sleeping with me
As the years they pass us by
We stay
the pigs that be breaking the law
Payed the lawyer fee they talking 3 grand over nothing
Sold a few gold chains
Gotta a owl diamond ring
Always dancing wanna
Makeshift Atlantis
Oh so long ago, her streets are paved in gold no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
of brick
To the point they'll even half-drop a hand
Saying "oh shit"
One time for them tanners (hola)
Two times for the crib (305)
Three times for my dawg
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
I'mma whoop it like free
Have a pint, have a liter
This that dirty sweet tea
By three, I was just tryin' to grind on a G
Mane same time that Dr dre said
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Until I noticed those rips in my sheets
And that was proof that there had been a nightmare, on my street
FP: Oh man, I gotta call Jeff, I gotta call
a robbery, might stop for a meal (I might)
Streets tricky, the way they did Nipsey, shit shocked me for real (neighborhood)
I'm seein' demons in my sleep,
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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