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