
Date of issue: 14.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power
Song language: English
Streets |
Ridin the city streets in a black Benz, Lexus |
I’m just ridin, ridin — I’m feelin you, you feelin me |
Ain’t nobody judge me (just, just, just) |
I’m just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets |
In a black Benz, Lexus or hoopty feelin the beat |
Tuckin the piece, I’m just slidin slidin |
Feelin my heat, I’m feelin you, you feelin me |
We’re nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we’re nothin but crumbs |
We’re nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we’re nothin but crumbs |
See it’s the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud |
I’m out on the way to go get me some love |
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don’t |
What about the slopes, tryin to get dangerous |
We’re nothin but crumbs, they gave me the tomb |
And heavenly Father all over your son |
The people are part of ya, never be found |
But what was it for, tellin my people |
To point to the guns and put up the funds |
Finally see who really be ridin, look at the war and here we come |
I’m the beginning and the ending, what are we spending, watch your paper |
Gospel gangstas walkin in churches |
Don’t search us, they tyrin to escape the |
Monotony and the monopoly, gotta get ready to put us in jail |
Rot there, get in the car, «Days of our Lives» oh well |
I’m from the best, the sick of the best |
The sicker the test, won’t settle for less |
So Bizzy the Kid, king of Midwest |
Let me get this that we feelin depressed |
How many times we gather our rest |
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft |
Lord knows I’m not ugly — Heavenly Father you are the best |
And how many times we gather our rest |
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft |
The Lord knows I’m not ugly, Heavenly Father you are the best |
One time |
I’m feelin you, you feelin me |
Ain’t nobody judge me (just, I’m just) |
I’m a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it, make 'em pull it |
Fill your torsos up with bullets, nigga this the true shit |
And it sits with a new kid; |
who goes there, I |
We used to slam them do’s, now we raise 'em up high |
Lamborghini do’s to the sky, my nigga |
I be flossin on 'em dawg, I ain’t shy my nigga |
No wonder why nigga, I’m a hard workin horse |
Keep my Grammy on a mantle, f*ck puttin it in The Source |
If rap was a bitch I’ll want a divorce |
And if rap was a study you would need you a course |
I’m a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it |
But y’all can’t do it, duplicate my music |
Listen 'til they cruisin, haters be refusin |
They bitches wanna listen to it but they gotta be true with it |
Get bucked, knuckle up, act a fool with it |
It’s rider season, there really ain’t no rules to it |
Nice and smooth pimp fluid, I’m the ace |
Realest rapper since 'Pac, wanna take my place? |
Nobody’s just… |
I’m just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets |
Packin the strap in the back of my black khakis that’s creased |
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze |
Smokin and chokin that reefer dawg, I’m needin my trees (haha, ha) |
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze |
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police |
The homies say watch my back for enemies |
Touch your back, the Hennessy stay and scratch my remedy |
Catch me dippin through the streets, givin a f*ck, runnin them stoplights |
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right |
I’m a hard switchin lane, scrapin bumpers and all |
All eyes on me whenever I’m rotatin white walls |
And as soon as night falls, I let them hundred spokes crawl |
Straight dippin through the city with my riders and dogs |
It’s Mr. Criminal puttin it down with the homies from Bone Thugs |
And these haters get flossed on, these bitches get no love |
Nobody’s just… |
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