Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
Traduction: The Doors. Lions Dans La Rue.
-Martin] [T-Pain:] Throw me in a cage with a lion and a bear I'm a kill 'em That motivation ain't lyin' I swear, I'm a nigga' I got my ear to the streets
train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets
foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until
the river) Streets and shoes, Avenues Leather riders selling news (The monk bought lunch) Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets
nigga upload your twitter bitch I'm the topic profess it but gucci didn't graduate from college your girlfriend say's my ear rings are erotic my lambo doors
the highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter here on my own side street The murderer who lived next door seemed like
Wouldn't buy my sweat! [LABORER] You broke the law It's there for people to see Why should you get the same As honest men like me? [VALJEAN] Now every door
test me its m.o.b till a mortition dress me And thats deep get run up on eagle street Bail fast in monroe be right at ya front door Knock, knock, hello
up You trying to glock pop up I ain't going back to court And I'm never gonna stop the puffing Not for nothing The block they need me The streets they
bought a '77 baby blue cadillac Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas Guerilla's, lions and tigers,
inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years Rose and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors
