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It's street style, man I beat down the block,
I speak loud, and I creep round the block,
I sneak town while my girl's off in a dream,
The street's live while I ride high with my team,
The fiends prowl and the tricks buy,
The wick stays fired up for weak light,
I keep my mind on how I'm gone be gettin more paper,
While my eyes admire straight procrastination,
And it's crazy, but the situation is at a stand still,
And it's common across the nation. We need Bill Clinton back,
So we can get more brothers back on the right path,
I know I'm saying some shit, but ain't no taking back,
I meant every word. Observe my nerve,
Now watch me swerve to the curb to pick this girl up,
So I can take her to my home and rock her world,
Oh! I forgot about my girl. Well hopefully we can all do each other.
CHORUS
You're hearing some straight street style,
When these boys they sit and speak out,
Yeah you're hearing some straight street style,
When these boys they spit and speak out, (2x)
It's street style, man I beat down the block,
I speak loud, and I creep round the block,
I sneak town while my girl's off in a dream,
The street's live while I ride high with my team,
The fiends prowl and the tricks buy,
The wick stays fired up for weak light,
I keep my mind on how I'm gone be gettin more paper,
While my eyes admire straight procrastination,
And it's crazy, but the situation is at a stand still,
And it's common across the nation. We need Bill Clinton back,
So we can get more brothers back on the right path,
I know I'm saying some shit, but ain't no taking back,
I meant every word. Observe my nerve,
Now watch me swerve to the curb to pick this girl up,
So I can take her to my home and rock her world,
Oh! I forgot about my girl. Well hopefully we can all do each other.
CHORUS
You're hearing some straight street style,
When these boys they sit and speak out,
Yeah you're hearing some straight street style,
When these boys they spit and speak out, (2x)
