Lyrics:
And you still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
They're rocking in two by two.
[CHORUS]
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
Wild in these streets (yeah)
Wild in these streets (get 'em)
Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak (fuck it)
Wild in these streets
We can drag you out of bed in the middle of the night
Drive tanks along your street looking for a flight
We can put you in a cell an dash away
they took my ID
These were my friends, these were my dreams
These were my hopes, these are my streets
somethin'.
See ya' a** in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white
comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
corner soon, and find you can't get by me
You don't know these streets the way that I do (i do, I do)
You can't turn it on and off the way that I do (i
I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five
streets, you can let him be
He gon' die in these streets, it ain't no in-between
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out
somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
be in this bitch wit' mine (DJ Drama)
(You niggas can't fuck with us)
They like, "Get in yo' bag," bitch, I been in mines
If Mel order four I
the songs we know
Into the sea
You and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring
It's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed
somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street
Now, did you
the deal goes down
We eat and we drink, we feel and we think
Far down the street we stray
I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by
Things I never meant nor
prestigious home
Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God, player what you thought?
What Rev. you seen on chrome?
Gotta make these dollars, comin out of Hollis
Got
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke
We dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose douse-bys
Bush-in-front ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
bust it
They came in late
I see em walkin' down the street
They bumpin' this dope tape
Before you come around me
Lookin' for protection
I'm lettin' em
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
I got a halo
I level up every time God says so
Shooter on payroll
Lookin' like Pancho, lookin' like Pedro
Run these streets like Tarzan
Ten
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