Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets Is Watchin', artist - Young Money. Album song We Are Young Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Streets Is Watchin' |
Yeah, uh huh |
David Banner on the beat bitch |
Hahaha |
Young Money, Streets |
I’m a east sider rider, whoa kimosabe |
Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy |
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I’m Simon |
And Simon say «go and get my motherfucking money» |
Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off |
And I don’t hunt birds but I’ll shoot you in your mohawk |
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw |
Call me mister no flaw |
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off |
Wake up, grab the mic then I go’s off |
Too G for office, boss of all bosses |
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses |
I’m fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron |
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in |
I’m going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn |
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in |
I be getting cake then |
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit |
It’s that pointing at your face shit |
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch |
David Banner on the beat ho |
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo |
I got the game on TiVo |
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin' |
I don’t promise much but I promise you that it’ll flow boy |
Name Jake but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy |
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise |
But if the bitch scream, I’mma pop her, no noise |
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic |
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard |
You niggas ain’t G’s you gents and quite coward |
But I’ll put you higher than flight pilots |
I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning |
Burn through your clothes like an iron |
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell |
Wack niggas throw in the towel |
I’m getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel |
I’m hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl |
Holla, Cash rules everything around me |
So I’mma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds |
Ugh, yo, yo yo |
I’m a bad what? |
Bout to get a mani-ped |
I’m the big bad wolf and your granny dead |
Even though I’m in Mexico, I rep New York like Plaxico |
Look, switch my name, now I’m celebrating Hannukah |
Lewinsky, bitches, young money Monica |
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic The |
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica? |
I mean Tonka, that’s the truck bitches |
Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches |
Matter fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes |
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape |
This Young Mula baby! |