Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets Ain't the Same, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Streets Ain't the Same |
| The streets ain’t the same no more |
| It feel like everybody tellin' |
| This is a stick up, just lay on the floor |
| Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow |
| Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon |
| Never seen a trap but everybody sell it |
| Never been to jail before but everybody felons |
| Misdemeanor, I picked the Beamer, that’s just how I like to ride |
| Connect called me, he landed, I need to see him |
| He got me waiting, nigga told me meet him after five |
| No pizzeria, my niggas passing pies |
| Watch out for the D’s, I know they passing by |
| Watch out for the D’s, they wanna lock us up |
| Half my niggas in prison, they still ain’t satisfied |
| The streets ain’t the same no more |
| It feel like everybody tellin' |
| This is a stick up, just lay on the floor |
| Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow |
| Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon |
| Never seen a trap but everybody sell it |
| Never been to jail before but everybody felons |
| Grand larceny awkwardly niggas target me |
| Jealous cause I shop on 5th Ave, they where the Target be |
| Raised out of poverty, not a youngin as hard as me |
| Bucking knees nigga don’t bother me |
| Talk about the pain, talk about the |
| No umbrella walking in the rain, niggas took my chain |
| Never got it back but now I got it made |
| And I ain’t into jewelry, your bitch know you ain’t cool as me |
| The streets ain’t the same no more |
| It feel like everybody tellin' |
| This is a stick up, just lay on the floor |
| Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow |
| Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon |
| Never seen a trap but everybody sell it |
| Never been to jail before but everybody felons |
| Everything changed, everybody different |
| Everybody popping pills, molly got us tripping |
| Thinking back, I had a crush on Halle Berry |
| Most these niggas is bitches, undercover like Tyler Perry |
| That coke had lil fiends on line, you gotta hurry |
| My whole block indited my nigga I gotta worry |
| That brown juice get the town loose |
| By round two, they found you |
| We done drowned you, you can’t swim in the water with sharks |
| Die for stunting like Owen Heart |
| I want everything in double like this Noah’s Arch |
| It ain’t the same |
| The streets ain’t the same no more |
| It feel like everybody tellin' |
| This is a stick up, just lay on the floor |
| Bodies drop, we hitting everybody’s yellow |
| Head shot, give 'em head shot, aim at everybody melon |
| Never seen a trap but everybody sell it |
| Never been to jail before but everybody felons |