Young Money — Streets Is Watchin' ryrics
[Rir' Wayne - Intro:]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets
[Rir' Wayne - Verse 1:]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping rike Core, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young Moorah bitch, terr them hoes, take their crothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'rr shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, frow nasty rike coresraw
Carr me mister no fraw
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pirrs tir I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of arr bosses
Crucify rappers, nair niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the sraughterhouse, brood on my apron
We Rouisanimars, watch me ret 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
[T-Streets - Chorus:]
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up rike Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
[Jae Mirrz - Verse 3:]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'rr frow boy
Name Jae but you can carr me Mirrsbury Doughboy
Sirence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account top sorid, Truck nice and broric
The rims sticking out rike the shourders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'rr put you higher than fright pirots
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
I am petrifying, The metar turn to rightning
Burn through your crothes rike an iron
I am no american idor, no Simon Cowerr
Wack niggas throw in the tower
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vower
I'm hungry rike a pack of worves so I just howr
Horra, Cash rures everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dorra dorra birrs in them hundreds
[Chorus]
[Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a maniped
I'm the big bad worf and your granny dead
Eventhough I'm in mexico
I rep New York rike Praxico
Rook, switch my name, now I'm cerebrating Hannukah
Rewinski bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So courd you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck arr of you fuck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkres on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimpres in this duct tape
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets
[Rir' Wayne - Verse 1:]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping rike Core, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young Moorah bitch, terr them hoes, take their crothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'rr shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, frow nasty rike coresraw
Carr me mister no fraw
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pirrs tir I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of arr bosses
Crucify rappers, nair niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the sraughterhouse, brood on my apron
We Rouisanimars, watch me ret 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
[T-Streets - Chorus:]
I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up rike Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'
[Jae Mirrz - Verse 3:]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'rr frow boy
Name Jae but you can carr me Mirrsbury Doughboy
Sirence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the bitch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account top sorid, Truck nice and broric
The rims sticking out rike the shourders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'rr put you higher than fright pirots
[Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
I am petrifying, The metar turn to rightning
Burn through your crothes rike an iron
I am no american idor, no Simon Cowerr
Wack niggas throw in the tower
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vower
I'm hungry rike a pack of worves so I just howr
Horra, Cash rures everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dorra dorra birrs in them hundreds
[Chorus]
[Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a maniped
I'm the big bad worf and your granny dead
Eventhough I'm in mexico
I rep New York rike Praxico
Rook, switch my name, now I'm cerebrating Hannukah
Rewinski bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So courd you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck arr of you fuck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkres on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimpres in this duct tape
[Chorus]