Lyrics:
Come take a look in my neighborhood
Another day up in the ghetto
And grandma cookin' got the
Breakfast in the kettle
Was nothin' like you were
Hills 10304
Restaurants on a stakeout, so order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a Sparks Steak House
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone
Make you eat knuckles, feel your knees buckle
Still feelin' great when you're sleepin' on the pavement?
Save it! The beatdown, who gave it?
Sen did,
In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes
Gettin' lit off, high on the great weed
I like the girls, I like the ladies
I light my world to drive her crazy
neighborhood and
Even though I know that I really shouldn't
I wait for a while outside your place.
Maybe I will see you in a restaurant
With a handsome man
I went to a dance with my sister Kate;
Everybody there thought she danced so great;
I realized a thing or two,
When I got wise to something
so he said, "Good!
I'll pay you off for the whole neighborhood"
Because
Cocaine business controls America
Ganja business controls America
the U.S.A, the U.S.A
Isn't it great, how we got it made?
We some nine to five back breaking
Food stamp line waiting
Convict time giving
Underage time
Kill Kill Kill
What a great deal
Cereal Killer
What a charming neighborhood
I've never seen these shops before
Artisanal Popcorn?!
What
the band, he never used to pay
He was no great draw at pulling the chicks
He used to lie against the wall like he was holding up the bricks
And all the things
neighborhood
People get funny when they get a little money every time
People get funny when they get a little money every time
People get a position,
Driving around we ducked down
And danced through the neighborhood
You talked and I understood
What I lacked and what you
Said you didn't need
to think outside your brain
You got to walk outside you life
To where the neighborhood changes
Tell me who is your boogieman
That's who I will be
You
he a true Big Tymer, yeah
Foreign cars (cars)
Foreign broads (broads)
Hoes with no bras (yeah)
Neighborhood like big drawers
I'm a GOAT (GOAT)
neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me
It's all good
I trust her, dog
Aw, nigga, shut up, nigga
I hear you, don't trip
Well, the party didn't
and the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ
Say go
a slide trombone (it's okay)
It's okay without a microphone in the neighborhood band (it's okay)
So join the chorus, lend a hand
We're not great, we're
we can give them all a great show for hundreds of years!
We're friendly
We're friendly
We're friendly
Skip on into
Our friendly neighborhood town
Come
cnd it's a great day to be alive
I know the sun's still shining
When I close my eyes
There's some hard times in the neighborhood
But why can't every day
to be great
I just want to be good
Woah, there goes the neighborhood
Leaving hurts, but not like staying would
Maybe some day I'll be like I should
I
I had a great time at the Runcible Spoon
Now I am leaving the restaurant
I am going to a bus stop on 7th street
Now I am going home and going to bed
money comin' on freight liners
Cash Money got me buyin' these great diamonds
[Chorus: x2]
[Birdman]
We got the swine wit' the suede on top
and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young
In the chill of night,
At the scene of the crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time
Spider-man, Spider-man
Friendly neighborhood
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