| Her familiar smell over the breeze, my knees pop
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| Palm trees, silhouette mountains and rooftops
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| Her freeway arteries consistently stay clogged
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| She coughs smog, she raised me, she hugs me, says «good job»
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| So where we going first?
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| Eating Thirst Quenchers, then I guess a little rest
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| Or better yet, etiquette say I better get ready for my first night
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| Home in the twilight, home in a long time
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| Finally, feeling that feels right
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| I see the streets and eat a piece of something from the past
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| Highlight memories, we growing up so fast
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| But I guess that’s the best lesson the streets teach
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| The six million stories, not a single one repeats
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| So I kept the beach close by my side, learned pride in the cul-de-sac
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| And now I’m returning to give back my lessons if I can
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| Kiss her hand one more time
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| 'Cause she kept me laced up and never slipping on the grind
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| I’m goin…
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| Back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m going back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m going back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m going back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m goin…
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| Came home and I can safely say
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| That L.A. is a much better place to stay
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| See, I been gone for quite some time
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| Was dealing with the struggle, so I left it behind
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| Saw a star in the sky with one eye as the beholder
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| Tried to wear that jacket, but it seems to get colder
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| The older I get, the more that it’s clear
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| The more that I see, the more that I fear
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| But where I come from, you see it simple and plain
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| Phonograph stereo up on your window pane
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| Shootin' the breeze with your neighbors and your friends
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| Staying in touch, that’s where it all begins
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| Lose sight and you’re blind to the noise and the sound
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| Need to reach back, brother, put your feet on the ground
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| I done seen and done it all, good and bad
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| Experienced every emotion, and no longer mad
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| The only thing I regret is not knowing
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| So I’m packing my bags (I'm out) and I’m going
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| Back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m going back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m going back to the street, that’s where I belong…
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| It’s been a long time…
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| I’m goin…
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| L.A. is a much better place…
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| City I live in…
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| The city of Angels… (repeated and scratched)
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| All we got is the streets! |
| That’s it…
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| Aw shit, who is this? |
| Hello?
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| Yeah, what’s happnin', buddy? |
| Man, it’s Big Mike, man, the one you like.
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| What’s goin' down?
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| Man, nothing, man. |
| I was just about to put my PJs…
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| Anyway, I… look man, I’m going out to party tonight, but I just wanted to
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| invite you and your lady out… |