Street Life

作曲：Lil Wayne

作词：Lil Wayne

I play the street life

Because there's no place I can go

Street life it's the only life I know

Get up come

Home when your daddy go to work go to work

Three phones and my pages go preserve go preserve

I'm talking birds like doiny and berk

I'm talking work enough to make you a clerk

Rubber bands hard plates

Big spoons that whip got the block out of the mid june

Early july I'm early like the bird that fly even martin

Got a piece of that pie I had it

Murphy left a ** start a piece in the sky

Drop the top on emergent and make streaks on my top

Make it dance like percy can't stay on the sidewalk

Used to stash me and my mama buick skylo

I talk only broke braces

Negotiation ruling nation

** the police station

And if you got in the association then murder

All close relation

Street life

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Grocery bags on the count of no groceries

** couldn't fit a half a meal in the gucci

** hit the lights west of roach you say goodnight

Stomp twice say goodbye to the mace

Cook nice with a little bit of slice

And watch them jokes put that fire to that ice

Sure is the dogs tell wag it will bite

Man I'm just tryna get my scratch on these lace

When I was young I had a fla

Bag on my bike

And then I went and got them mags on my bike

Mama don't wait up for me

I lost a bundle running from the cops

Gotta get that makeup money

Hey I said I gotta get nanae lunch money

I said I gotta get nanae nae lunch money

First it's holly grove till they bury me cold

Who's to say if they gon' bury me old

I let that street light

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Back to the struggle

Born trouble like drum

Fine strength and tall muscle

Younger's gone

Daddy gone put younger on the street till he pull it on

Hoodie on off all black hoodie on

Telephone strap with the gat like a bomb

Redstone handkerchief head on

** around in them beasts on

Become better know what street you own

Won't you come on eagle are you evil kaneva haha

Crack heads got pipes at biscuit

Now run up on that crack head and fight the pistol

This is the street ** eat where the bird don't tweet

The birds go cheap and ** don't sleep

You may have heard of mlk but I know a gang

Them gives us what they own

Street street light