Lyrics of Streets Made Me - Money Boy, Royall HB

Streets Made Me (original)

Yey, yeeah
Ey, ey
Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)
Now im callin' shots, yeah, I’m ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')
All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')
The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)
Go up!
And get loud.
Throw up!
On the crowd!
So what?
I get wow!
(I get wow) (chiah) Now I am who I am (yeah)
I know that you love it, I know that you want it
Yeah, the streets made me (one take), what the streets made me
Ich hab' gelebt in den Streets, mich bewegt durch die Streets
Hab' die Rocks gepusht, ich wurde geprägt von den Streets
Ich war der Erste, der das Crack auf dem Foreman Grill gekocht hat
Und dann vertickt hat, am Corner
Wenn du den nötigen Respekt meiner Gang nicht zeigst
Dann ist es besser, wenn du in deinen vier Wänden bleibst
Bitch, jeder weiß in den Streets gibt es Drama
Deshalb bin ich posted in den Skreets mit der Lama
Guck mein Burner macht aus dir einen Toaster Strudel
Ich pull' up und verpass' dir eine Mozartkugel, Boy
Ich importiere jetzt aus Kanada Crack
Und hab' die Timberland-Boots oder Panama-Jack
Vor einem Kennedy Fried, mit dem Cisco Wine
Und die Junkies sind am tanzen — es ist Disco-Time, Boy
Ich verticke hier das Koks mit der Hand
Bis das ganze Früchte trägt, wie ein Obstlieferant, Boy
Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)
Now im callin' shots, yeah, I’m ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')
All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')
The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)
Go up!
And get loud.
Throw up!
On the crowd!
So what?
I get wow!
(I get wow) Now I am who I am
I know that you love it, I know that you want it
Yeah, the streets made me, what the streets made me

(translation)

Yey, yeah
hey, hey
Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)
Now im calling shots, yeah, I'm ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')
All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')
The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)
Go up!
And get loud.
Throw up!
On the crowd!
So what?
I get wow!
(I get wow) (chiah) Now I am who I am (yeah)
I know that you love it, I know that you want it
Yeah, the streets made me (one take), what the streets made me
I lived in the streets, moved through the streets
I pushed the Rocks, I was shaped by the Streets
I was the first to cook crack on the Foreman Grill
And then sold out at the corner
If you don't show the respect my gang deserves
Then it's better if you stay within your own four walls
Bitch, everybody knows there's drama in the streets
That's why I'm posted in the skreets with the llama
Look, my burner turns you into a toaster strudel
I'll pull up and give you a Mozartkugel, boy
I am now importing crack from Canada
And got the Timberland boots or Panama Jack
In front of a Kennedy Fried, with the Cisco Wine
And the junkies are dancing — it's disco time, boy
I'm selling the coke here by hand
Until it all bears fruit, like a fruit deliverer, boy
Use to be a boy with a plan (boy, boy)
Now im calling shots, yeah, I'm ballin' wit' the fam (ballin', ballin')
All around the world, we be stackin' up bandz (stackin')
The streets made me, but I stay what I am (what I am)
Go up!
And get loud.
Throw up!
On the crowd!
So what?
I get wow!
(I get wow) Now I am who I am
I know that you love it, I know that you want it
Yeah, the streets made me, what the streets made me