Streets Is Watchin lyrics

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Gudda Gudda


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, uh-huh
David Banner on the beat, b*tch
Hahaha
Young Money, Streets

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kimosabe
b*tches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
pus*y is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say "go and get my motherf*cking money"
Young Moolah b*tch, 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 Mr. No Flaw

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills 'til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I goes off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail n*ggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisianimals, 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: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face sh*t
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, b*tch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say: "The Streets Is Watchin'"

[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jake but you can call me Millz-bury Dough Boy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make more noise
But if the b*tch scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account type solid, truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You n*ggas ain't G's, you're gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
I am petrifying, the metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an iron
I am no American Idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack n*ggas 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, dollar, dollar bills and them hundreds
[Chorus: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face sh*t
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, b*tch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo...

[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
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 Plaxico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky, b*tches, Young Money Monica
I been hot since Hedgehog—Sonic The
So could you pass me the keys to the Ton-i-ka?
I mean "Tonka"—that's the truck b*tches
f*ck you and f*ck all of you f*ck b*tches
Matter-fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape

[Chorus: T-Streets]
I—I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing-at-your-face sh*t
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase, b*tch
David Banner on the beat, ho
And I beat the beat up like Deebo
I—I—I got the game on TiVo
So—So I guess you can say: "The Streets Is Watchin'"
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