Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Love, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Rise To Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2008
Record label: Suave House II
Song language: English
Street Love |
| Yeah Suave House, street love |
| T-Low |
| (Hold up) |
| Let’s take it to the streets |
| All those beamers & Lexus, Jeeps |
| With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat |
| All my country playboys be going deep |
| All my country play girls are the stone freaks |
| I came up in the gutter, ski masks and gloves |
| Running up on different cars, flashing the drugs |
| Chasing the paper, never after the love |
| After I crush perhaps I blush |
| Blasting the truck |
| You step in the mansion, you asking to fuck |
| This is Suave House baby we ain’t passing the cuts |
| Blasting the cuts, gassing her up |
| She look like her man be lacking to touch |
| She can say I’m simple, I don’t ask a lot |
| Catch me in the drop when it’s hot, smoking pot going out and I be like what |
| When it comes to the ladies, you might call me crazy |
| I like a whole lot of street and a whole lot of freak |
| A love that can represent me |
| I’m talking bout street love |
| Making love in the back of the truck |
| Or on the hood if it’s sunny enough |
| Don’t care if anybody see us |
| I’m talking bout street love |
| Life of a woman in love with a thug |
| Poppin bottles of Cris at the club |
| A little drama but she’s the one |
| I got a quarter piece |
| With pretty heat that never brings freak |
| A little bit of hood like me sexy |
| Ain’t afraid to tip Hennessy with me, ooh |
| I used to wile out, she makes me smile now |
| Love of my life no doubt |
| She’s something I can tell mom about |
| She’s just. |
| Breakin' out extensions while we drenching |
| In the rain I’m hidden on park benches |
| Love love, (love love) |
| Love love, (love love) |
| I’m talking bout at you job while your on your lunch break |
| In the car cuz I can’t wait (can't wait), love love |
| Tef still rockin' the ballys |
| Go shopping in Cali |
| Coppin the Nally |
| Dodging the rallies |
| I’m gettin it right, neck, swimming in ice |
| Your net worth buddy, I bet on the dice |
| Best in the light, it’s simple and plain |
| Meet the coolest bitch in the game |
| Who’s the same |
| Yeah I might be the groupie |
| Came from the wife beater to the cool G, that’s me |
| For slim I put rims on the peach Porsche |
| A place, fish tank two brims and a sea horse |
| Nice guy’s what she thought |
| Til she saw my face bearing the reward, |
| Passports to Honduras ain’t nothin to it |
| Flashing the newest you pickin' the wild tulips |
| Still focus on the money |
| Still smoking on the gummy |
| Making sure we’re not the next & Ronnie |
| All my beamers & Lexus, Jeeps |
| (street street love, (street street love) |
| With the 12's in the trunk to make you beat |
| (street street love, (street street love) |
| All my players out there who go deep |
| (street street love, (street street love) |
| All my ladies out there who are stone freaks |
| (street street love) |
| Suave House, you hear me |
| Uh oh |