Текст песни Streetlife f Why - Hung These Streets
Streetlife f Why - Hung These Streets слова песни
[Intro: Streetlife]Yeah, come on, come on, yeahI`m a natural born hustler, and it`s on nigga[Streetlife]I`m a natural born hustler, I was raised in the slumsI was taught by these streets, how to double my onesI stash crack rocks in my mouth til my tongue got numbAnd I stood on the ave, until the package was doneA slim chubby fella, always walked with a gunI got two bad knees, I don`t plan to runI know you can`t stand me, since I won a GrammyAnd I`m still in your hood, sippin` black berry plentyI`m an uptown, sneaker rockin`, Shaolin New York YankeeI`m an O.G., I still give haters eye-jammiesAll I ever wanted, was an cell five hundredBe a ghetto celeb, and do my album blunted[Chorus: Why (Streetlife)]We love these streets, hung these streetsNever gonna put nothing, above these streetsReach out and touch something, when the slugs meetPreach to the streets (teach the youth how to eat)[Streetlife]I`m a natural born gangsta, I keep my hat on the leanI keep the gun tucked, even when the cops on the sceneThese mean streets become, graveyards for fraudsA big boy status, triple extra largeCertified Street, check my identificationFrontin` at my Clan at the door? That`s a major violationYou can find me in your grimiest ghetto locationCaught up, brought up, in all sorts of street situationsListen and learn, maggot, or sleep with the wormsI`m a bad sperm, every time I cum, it burnWe hold trials on these streets, court`s adjurnedI send heatwaves, that blow out your perm[Chorus][Outro: Why]Yeah, hah, with the Why, nigga!Know it`s fly, nigga!My verbal twin, and it`s yoursStreetlife! S.I. 7We in here, nigga, TicalYeah, it`s on, Loose LinxTo the death, goin` out that way