Paroles:
Don Williams Back On The Street Again

I?m back on the street again Got to stand on my own two feet again I?m walking that lonely beat again Remembering when, whoa, whoa, remembering when

I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in They be asking fellas why (why?) It's cause the streets is watching With an envious ear, jealous eye You know how William

Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the glock Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen Until we motherfuckin meet again Huh,

Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the glock Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again Huh, I

sound, oh, we don't represent Atlanta We ain't puttin' the A-Town on the map, okay, here we come Gipp economy is strange in the meanin', lookin street

dismissed, the D.A even likin' the song Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on When you holla in the club it's cool But don't change

' Fame I analyze the streets, spit real game I'll blast on you as you pass on through Catch you right where you stand put your ass on you I remind niggas

on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life. This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would look back on

Just cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the glock Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen Until we motherfuckin meet again Huh,