Young Money - Streets Is Watchin'Lyrics

Yeah, uh huh David Banner on the beat bitch Ha ha ha Young Money, Streets I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money Young mula bitch, 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 niggas 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 shit And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch 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 bitch 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 bitches, 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 bitches Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape [Chorus]