Dap (repeat 2X) 'cause this street life we live and were born to live clever She taught us how to survive and never say never The outcome of the street life
Übersetzung: Die Group Home. Street Life.
x2: Lil Dap] Cuz this street life we live and were born to live clever She taught us how to survive and never say never The outcome of the street life
on my chedda They remember me forever The groundwork I put in Make my lifestyle better... and better I like the fuckin street Right in them phantom lights Montana life
street, The place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home
one love dap hug family day Give a dollar, take two Street hustlers do you Nothin' comin' bout' food when life is past due Real dudes do the walkin' Cause' the streets
should happen She'll be out, and we'll be the ones, sharing the napkin Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions Don't bring nothing home, I don'
in my life, girl, girl} (Yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there (Look at shorty right there) damn {In my life, my life} [Inspectah
night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home
million dollars in Diamonds for your excitement, every other day there is a T.I sighting, I pass by flying higher than gas prices, im the nicest, my life is like uncle lou?., group
street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought I was insane, Brown girl from the Bronx showed me her home
you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life
up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street
, that's the only thing that's black Scooter When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
like this, if this should happen She'll be out and we'll be the ones sharing the napkin Silly dilly me, didn't follow the instructions Don't bring nothing home
shield a field full of confused hate Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil On u.s. soil, they're screamin no blood for oil Groups of
wouldn't believe 'em if they told you So many songs, so many times The world had to hear so many rhymes About how life is for strugglers Minority groups
blowin' fuckin' group that ever lived in rap Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth Yo, tell 'em how your life is son How your life is yo? My life
