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Kool G. Rap

The Streets

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Текст песни Kool G. Rap - The Streets

Kool G. Rap - The Streets слова песни

(Chorus)The streets, yo where it happen atThe streets, is where they clapping atThe streets, is where the action atThe streets, is where they packing atThe streets, is where its cracking atThe streets, bringing it back to thatThe streets, banging ya gat to thatThe streets, start hanging back to that[Kool G. Rap]My niggas ride where they bust atDie where they bust at my murderous guysSlinging them pies where they lust atOr corners where they hang mostName boast and bank toastDrive with the thing closeSlide with a James postEmpty clips is on nowCoke fiends are strung outBroke niggas bum outJakes holdin they gun outWhen back streets are taped upBodies laying faced upCats running with ace upThe spots get `em paced upThe street lamps are broke nowMad bitches to bone nowWhen niggas peep your home outAnd flip when they zoned outThugs bringing the street warBust shots let the heat roarTaking trips to be moreWith bricks up in to fiend offThe towns where they spray shitBust rounds and lay shitSelling pounds` a great shitAnd clowns get their face-liftSpots where gats pop offShots clear the block offSlugs knock your block offAnd have you licking hot sauce(Chorus)On the corners where the dice rollAnd clubs where the ice glowThe lames get their life stoleAnd bleed from a knife foldNiggas laying they law downSome draw with a four-poundPJ`s are tore downThoughts of laying hos down (The streets)Blocks where they lick shotsAnd rock what the fifth cockedKids cop the six dropFrom brick box and zip locksTowns where niggas kill atPosting where it`s real atKeeping gats concealed atSee a foe you peel atStrip where you get ripped offHot lead get licked offFronting and your clicks offAll your jewels get stripped offSidewalks where they creep upGet locked up with a street bopKids running with heats upLifting both of your feets upNiggas they let their guns looseThey wild guns looseGat up under the chinBlow a niggas shit through the sunroofDecide where they pack ninesThe chrome gat shinesYou try to clap mineYou outta line niggas get flat lined(Chorus)Now Chickens a get your crew lacedFor rocks and a blue faceNiggas giving they screwfaceFor the loot and the suitcaseSpots that blood spills onAnd dealers clock a `mil onMurderers get their kill onMad cash is ill-onBeef turning to combatFor life so they pump gatsLittle kids they harm thatPut bombs where your moms atNiggas tied up and kidnappedAnd smacked up with big gatsGet found with they wig crackedLeave `em right where they live at (The streets)Running for red beamsBlood flowing in red streetsMad fellas with bread schemes Running from the FED teamLittle shorties are knocked upStraight giving their crouch upJuveniles decide to pee now with they ox upCrack blocks and weed spotsThe fiends up in the Detox Some rollin in three dropsOthers aint gotta beep bopBitches that get their hoe onSmoke dope on and so onSpotted nigga with glow onWith dick they could blow on(Chorus) 2x(Talking)(No doubt)Don G Rap, Gianana? (Blanked out) Igloo EntertainmentNo doubt we coming throughya know how we doKeep it movingya better realizeWhoever don`tGuns do it for usNiggas aint playing no gamesY`all know the routinesY`all know the drill

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