L-Burna (layzie Bone) - Streets - Sözleri

[Chorus:]

Just, just, just...

Just ridin', ridin'...

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Just ridin', ridin'...

I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man



Just, just, just...

I'm just ridin', ridin'...

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin', slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



I'm just ridin', ridin'

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin' slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



[Bizzy:]

We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs

We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs

See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud

I'm out on the way to go get me some love

Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't

What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous

We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb

And heavenly Father all over your son

The people are part of ya, never be found

But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns

And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'

Look at the war and here it come

I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending

Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches

Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though

Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair

Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well

I'm from the best, the sick of the best

The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid

The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed



[Hook:]

How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss

My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly



And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss

My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly

Heavenly father you are the best, one time...



I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man



[Chorus]



Just, just, just...

Just ridin', ridin'...

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin', slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



I'm just ridin', ridin'

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin' slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



[Layzie:]

I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it

Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets

Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid

Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's

Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky

My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga

No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse

Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source

If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce

And if rap was a study, you would need you a course

I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it

But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music

Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'

They bitches want to listen to it

But they gotta be true with it

Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it

It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it

Nice and smooth gettin' through it

I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place



[Chorus]



Just ridin', ridin'...

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin', slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



I'm just ridin', ridin'

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin' slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

Nobody's just...



[Mr. Criminal:]

I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets

Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis

That's creased, windows down, system on blast

Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog

I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)

Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze

Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police

The homi's say watch my back for enemies

Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy

Catch me dippin' through the streets

Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights

Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right

I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all

All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls

And as soon as night falls

I let them hundred spokes crawl

Straight dippin' through the city

With my rider's and dogs

It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down

With the homi's from Bone Thugs

And these hater's get flossed on

These bitches get no love



[Chorus]



Just ridin', ridin'...

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin', slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me



I'm just ridin', ridin'

Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus

Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece

I'm just slidin' slidin'

Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

Nobody's just...



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