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Young Money – Streets Is Watchin Lyrics

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Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets

Im a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole,Gina, Tommy
pssy is a weapon and my hoes think Im Simon
And simon say go and get my motherfcking money
Young Moolah bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I dont hunt birds but Ill 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 gos off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
Im fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
Im 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
Its that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
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 dont promise much but I promise you that itll flow boy
Name Jake but you can call me Pillsbury Doughboy

Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo noise
But if the bitch scream, Ima pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You niggas aint Gs you gents and quite coward
But Ill put you higher than flight pilots

I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
Im getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
Im hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So Ima get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

Ugh, yo, yo yo,
Im a bad what? bout to get a maniped
Im the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Eventhough Im in mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now Im celebrating Hannukah
Lewinski bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, Thats the truck bitches
fck you and fck all of you fck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape

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