Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Music, artist - Redrama. Album song Street Music, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: OY EMI FINLAND
Song language: English
Street Music |
| I only got, one thing to say |
| I only, sing for my people who be strugglin' like everyday |
| (Street music, shit ain’t sweet music) |
| Stand on my own feet no matter what happens |
| My struggle 'a grown me to a man, man |
| Kill you on your own beat with this rap thing |
| And I still hate the police with a passion |
| So, raise your glasses, stomp your feet |
| I ain’t askin' - Do it if you’re hungry |
| This that, street music, don’t get it confused |
| You know you thought it was, but shit ain’t sweet, stupid |
| Uncivilized and I’m drunk as, shit |
| So tell the DJ to bump that, shit |
| If your girl screamin' and yellin' turnin' your evenin' to hell |
| Then I’m tellin' you may need to dump that bitch |
| How many times have I told you I don’t play |
| Disrespect me, okay, it goes both ways |
| Comin' from the land where the sky’s so grey |
| Runnin' with my plans, cause that’s what my mom told me |
| I only got, one thing to say |
| Y’all need to bump this shit until yo' speakers blow away |
| (Street music, shit ain’t sweet music) |
| I only got, one thing to say |
| I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day |
| (Street music, shit ain’t sweet music) |
| Shit ain’t gonna be moving without blood, sweat and tears |
| 12 years I been on the bud and the beer |
| So keep it coming before my buzz disappears |
| Chi-chi man ain’t getting no love up in here |
| You need to pay attention, and shut yo' little mouth when my name is mentioned |
| Worrying about tomorrow ain’t my way of thinking |
| I’m’a do what I do, Red ain’t regretting |
| Now Helsinki, that’s where I’m born, where I roam, where I bone |
| But I’ve been around like a vagabond, where I lay my hat is home |
| Man, I’m known from the catacombs deep inna Babylon to the Amazon |
| Get out yo' seat quick, haters can eat a dick |
| Believe the, kid, now swing around 'till you seasick |
| Life can be a mean bitch, it’s a known fact |
| But Red’s shit’s like popping Prozac |
| I grew up in the midst of a snowstorm |
| I ain’t a gangster, but I can make some phone calls |
| I do it for my single baby mamas |
| And the kids in school with behavior problems |
| So get yo' hands up if you hate yo' job |
| And you scheme on the side, one day at a time |
| Gold spoon motherfuckers, won’t waste yo' time |
| Street, street music 'till the day I die |