Lyrics
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat b****
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets

I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
B****es get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money
Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your Mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw

Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail n****s to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in

[Chorus]
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that punting at your face s***
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase b****
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'

I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jay but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the b**** scream, I'm a pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You n****s ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots

I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack n****s throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

[Chorus]

Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck b****es
F*** you and f*** all of you f*** b****es
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape

[Chorus]

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): DWAYNE CARTER, JARVIS MILLS, CARL WATTS, LAVELL CRUMP, CARL LILLY, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ




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