Paroles:
Streets Same Old Thing

Yeah, street level, oi, oi, yeah That's it, right there 'Round there nothin' seems too big At street level, same old thing, everyday That's it, that'

Traduction: The Streets. Même vieille chose (c'est tout).

Porsche drop Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks Take your bitch, why wouldn't I? The whip got chrome shoes, cream leather seats with old wooden

Na Na Nye... Ohh naa naa, Ohh naa naa Yeah, yeah yeah N-Dubz, N-Dubz, N-Dubz 1ST VERSE? It?s like First things first, You?d probably think I?m a chap

ready for a dance off(a dance off) Me and Dizm 'bout to blow a nigga pants off (his pants off) So if he wanna ride with me I'm 'bout to do the same thing

Haters Just Trying Give You My Life On One Piece Of Paper Mama For They Take Me Let Me Tell You One Thing Ya Baby Boy Is A Soldier And I Run Things Sorry

't see That you can't be the broke nigga haters wanna see How does it feel to be brave full of street game Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang

[Verse One:] When I was young me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see

know he need his nine, cause times, they ain't what they used to be Ain't a penitentiary built big enough for me and my niggaz on the streets, man listen Cause these ain't the old