Downtown streets sidewalks partake between bus seats Sidewalk walking Penetrates the attack of my outward reflections Cancel my invitation to the next
Got some action on the other side Loose teeth in my head New programs are coming in So rise and take your oath I wish we could get away Drink wine and
just like a piece of paper Take you sweet little time You can write on the sidewalk yea but you fine to write And now you?re walking through the door
She's blonde, She's blonde, Comes along the sidewalk. She's Blonde, Leave a trail of blue and black, Up to you fighting back. She's Blonde, Steel chains
out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk
the train she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit but on the sidewalk
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit but on the sidewalk we ain'
he stand? OK, you win, you can say we can't rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was whack [Kuniva] I walk in that party
Hey, yea, ohoh (3x) I've only got 3 dollars left in my hands, I walk down the sidewalk as I pass a dirty man walk up the staircase that leads to my hotel
Hey, yeah yeah, ohoh (3x) I?ve only got three dollars left in my hands I walk down the sidewalk as I pass a dirty man Walk up the staircase that leads
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance. C'est tres jolie en Paris in the spring Watching all the lovers walk along
Bells are ringing, soul of France Bells are singing of romance. C'est tres jolie en Paris in the spring Watching all the lovers walk
friends darlin', t'satisfy your soul And then the sidewalk ends, lights all red, y'say t'yourself, y'better off dead Hard row to hoe all by yourself Walk out on me, walk
street one day. Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn, At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn. There on the sidewalk he did lay, They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked
As I was out walking on a corner one day, I spied an old hobo, in a doorway he lay. His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor And I guess he