streets is watchin’ lyrics – young money

“streets is watchin'”

[lil’ wayne – intro:]
yeah, uh huh
david banner on the beat b*tch
young money, streets

[lil’ wayne – verse 1:]
i’m a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
b*tches get to stepping like cole, gina, tommy
p*ssy is a weapon and my hoes think i’m simon
and simon say go and get my motherf*cking money
young moolah b*tch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
and i don’t hunt birds but i’ll shoot you in your mohawk
yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
call me mister no flaw

[gudda gudda – verse 2:]
yeah, i sip drank and pop pills til i dose off
wake up, grab the mic then i go’s off
too g for office, boss of all bosses
crucify rappers, nail n*gg*s to the crosses
i’m fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apr*n
we louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
i’m going on my paper run, a week at the days inn
icing on my fingertips, i be getting cake in

[t-streets – chorus:]
i be getting cake then
watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
it’s that pointing at your face sh*t
and if you scared, you better go and see mase b*tch
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’

[jae millz – verse 3:]
i don’t promise much but i promise you that it’ll flow boy
name jae but you can call me millsbury doughboy
silence on the nine but the chopper make mo’ noise
but if the b*tch scream, i’ma pop her, no noise
bank account top solid, truck nice and brolic
the rims sticking out like the shoulders on dwight howard
you n*gg*s ain’t g’s you gents and quite coward
but i’ll put you higher than flight pilots

[gudda gudda – verse 4:]
i am petrifying, the metal turn to lightning
burn through your clothes like an iron
i am no american idol, no simon cowell
wack n*gg*s throw in the towel
i’m getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
i’m hungry like a pack of wolves so i just howl
holla, cash rules everything around me
so i’ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds


[nikki minaj – verse 5:]
ugh, yo, yo yo,
i’m a bad what? bout to get a maniped
i’m the big bad wolf and your granny dead
eventhough i’m in mexico
i rep new york like plaxico
look, switch my name, now i’m celebrating hannukah
lewinski b*tches, young money monica
i been hot since hedgehog, sonic the
so could you p*ss me the keys to the tonica
i mean tonka, that’s the truck b*tches
f*ck you and f*ck all of you f*ck b*tches
matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
and get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape


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