Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Street Life lyrics

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<strong>Street Life Lyrics</strong>

(I play the street life

Because theres no place I can go

street life

its the only life I know)

Come home and your daddy go to work(go to work)

Three phones

and my pagers go beserk (go beserk)

I'm talkin birds

like dooney and bourke

I'm talkin work

enough to make you a clerk

Rebel Bass,hard plate,big spoons

that wiff like the block hotter than mid june

Early july,I'm early like the bird that fly

Even Martin got a piece of that pie

I'm Eddie Murphy, laugh at ******, throw the piece in the sky

Drop the top on the merchy and make streets with my top

Make it dance like Percy,

kids stay on the sidewalk,

used to stash weed in my momma's Buic Skylark,

I talk only 'bout prices,

negotiation rule the nation ,

**** the police station,

And if you got any association,

then,murder all close relations

Street Life uh uh

Grocery bags on the counter

no grocery store

couldn't fit a half a meal in the Gucci tote

Hit the lights

watch the roaches say "Good Night"

Spark twice, say "Good Bye" to the Mice

Cook nice for the little bit of slice

And watch them jokers put that fire to that ice

Sure as that dog's tail wag, it will bite

Man,I'm just tryna get my scratch on these lice

When I was younger,I had a flag on my bike

And then I went and got them mags on my bike

Momma,don't wait up for me,

I lost a bundle a money from the cops

Gotta get that make-up money (Hey!)

I say I gotta get into they lunch money

I say I gotta get into they lunch money

Its Hollygrove,till the bury me cold

Whos to say if they gon' bury me old?

I live that street life.

uh uh

Back to the struggle,

Born trouble,

Like tryin to find strength in a torn muscle

Young as scum,

Daddy gone,

Boy young and running streets 'till he pull a gun

Hoodilum of all black hoody on

Talibon strap with a gat like a bomb

Red storm,hankercheif hat on

**** around and them bees swarm

Bee Gone

Better know which street you on

Won't you come on Eagle,

Are you Evil Kineval? (Ha Ha)

Crackheads got bikes and pistols

now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol

This is the street

Nigguh eat

where the bird don't tweet

the birds grow cheap

and nigguhs dont sleep

You may have heard of MLK

But I know a gang of ****** with they own street

The street life

uh uh

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