Sounds from the street Sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
Traduction: Jam. Bruits de la rue.
Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city, sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
I'm bout to go and the money I'm bout to see Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for me Exceeded expectations even at def jam Cause I married the streets
where you from Southside eastside westside there reclyin Boys throwin signs 'bout to start a fuckin riot Bangin,niggas real gangstas in tha M-Town But im from
don't even bathe and roads ain't even paved Hillbilly Pete tryin' to keep it street, but you nerdy Actin' 730 when you Powerbar Ernie Whiteboy sayin' "nigga" sounds
la [Apl.D.Ap] Cellulite overweight stankin' MC's Stench smells so strong it's insanitary Cause you can sense me a mile away so chanky With the jungle funk sound from
to come boogie with me We can Dip left, slide right, all night It's time to be wild, freestyle It's on and poppin' Ain't no stoppin' Us from rockin' From
bustin high, bring the head back to my table Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from
What the fuck I'm 'bout? Voices are leading me up to the attic I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside
January 18th When the Documentary dropped, it flooded the streets My mix-tape buzz made me gold the first week Double platinum in two months Record labels getting' scared Cause the kid from
[Verse One: Suffa] We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty I said
K's get ta spraying like... Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded
enimies wanna shoot you down They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows Word on the street is, they all got
for spots to put more in a terrier coat [Method Man] Uh huh, we speak for the unheard Caught in the matrix Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word" Like uncureables from
on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the
Spock impale it Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from