Streets on Fire

歌詞

[Verse 1] I was bout as uncool as a nieces mothers biggest brother But now its all butter Now i'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle Like a monsoon but subtler Slowly pull up my pants or sag it to a flooder Now u need a submarine the way im cuffin my jeans Like i'm arresting my dress code The dress clothes and the dress toes So lets roll Ghetto lambda lambda's how i address those Niggas might peep and think geek But you need that when you knee deep goin on wayside Get up to your neck just like a great tie I finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try Your shirts still soakin wet, your slacks ain't dry And i have yet to even fall from the sky I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye Better run and get spike, tell him i'm on fire [Verse 2] Hell, i don't wanna see ya like a male stripper As you picture yourself lookin at pictures of male strippers Thats how that i don't wanna go to hell nigga Wish ya well like a wishin well wisher wish itself It fell at first so now i sail with ya If it happen to sink, i pitch in with pales And pitchers, bucket and cup it back to the river Then cover the leak with garbage pail kid stickers {dynamite} and first aid the way ya saviors Now ya flow look like my bedroom door when i was four No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin, fo sho Oh, i stay ship shape all aboard Thats just how i roll, when i try and keep the run afloat Hatins a disease and its deadly if you catch it Crabs in the bucket always tryna pull me backwards Position rarely change so they dont really matter If not the same then similar like asher and mathers Bow [Verse 3] Bully or i bogard, bodacious so i'm humphrey I used to rubber band, but now i got a bungee If you let me expand, that refers to the money Gucci's all good, chanel is all chummy And that aint even for me, my honey and my mommy I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top { ummmm....not sure about this } the fade is for the fans Not even for my fans, its more for like the brand Whether you hear the words, or just a show of hands The sign language lady who be translatin my jams You really like the beats or you barely understand Why i throw my set up wherever i am Man, its cuz i love my town My mind was a sponge, but now its sham-wow I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down But don't you get to close they might have to put you out