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Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (Uh-uh) Doo-doo-doo (Uh) I fell in love with the street life I-I fell in love with the street, that's no lie No lie, no, no lie No lie, no, no lie I fell in love with the street life, I (Boo-boo-boo-boom) Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill Nigga, we run up under your food like shopping cart wheels My Glock, make you hop and cartwheel for props Your block got a call feel, my name dollar bill Holla y'all ill, gotcha Drop tough like a built Tonka Still conquer, but they still ain't contra Still pop you through your shield, holla (Boo) I wasn't in the room, but on the mini scooter Or lickin' hooters with a spliff for Buddha I was in the inner city sewer, underground dirty-dirty, in the manure Clip in the Ruger 'cause I was raised different than you were Nigga, I'm awesome, get off 'em, you all dumb You all wonder where I get all of my ambience from You all wonder how I come from the swamp and the pond scum Peon, comparin' me to y'all is beyond dumb, biatch SongtexteMe, I'm from where it's dark as Hell 'Round the corner from death, right across from Hell I am Austin Wells tossed in a garbage pail I'm from the bottom not from Harvard or Yale, darlin' Uh, prolly took a shot, even shot a few too Now my future bright, lookin' out is futile My mom was frugal, my pop was brutal School of hard knocks, all I did 'round the clock was doo-doo On the block all day and night like a prostitute do Every artist out there y'all like on the charts are doo-doo I'm from where thots'll convolute you, the cops are cuckoo Charge you, try you and prosecute you, if not, just shoot you Knock off your whole tribe with the chopper like Shaka Zulu Chef the impossible, opposite pyrex pots are voodoo Block magician, I chop a brick to a pasta noodle Fuck the charts, I roll out, I swapped the old out and copped the new-new This is my possible moment of truth, shouts to Guru Cocked the Glock, let it do the do like cock-a-doo-doo Hospital, nah, growin' up only doctor you knew Was Dr. Dre, Dr. Jay, and maybe that Dr. Drew dude I was raised by Gregory and James Evans, dawg I catch you without that weapon, that's Frank Drebin, dawg That's naked, dawg, that's sacred, dawg I spray your dawg, that's aerosol, let's face it, dawg I Che Guevara, dawg Y'all make mistakes, not me, I create eras, dawg I play forever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg? Ever-ever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg? I play forever, dawg, never lost Record of wins and lessons, y'all Too effortless with the rhetoric to be a legend dog As far as the bars and measures I'm prolly highly regarded as God up in Heaven, dawg I play forever, dawg I play forever, dawg Far as the art, I'm what else but Magellan, dawg Hella bars, Nelson Mandela, dawg Draped in Maison Margiela, dawg, they jealous, dawg These niggas fake, I'm the eight kissin' the figure eight Playin' Drake at a weddin', dawg Put that together, dawg, I'm clever, dawg I play forever, dawg, ever-ever, dawg? Ever-ever, dawg These sessions are blessings, dawg Clever thoughts comin' out the barrel of G Dep Smith & Wessons, dawg These thoughts are the confessions, dawg Ever, dawg, I play forever, dawg I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie No lie, no, no lie No lie, no, no lie I fell in love with the street life, I Aus Songtexte Mania