Back In The Streets

{"I'm back in the streets"}

Yeah, yeah I'm back in the streets man

{"And every girrrrrrrl that I meet"}

And every girl that I meet

{"They ask the same question"}

They're always askin me the same thing

{"And I tell them everytiiiiiiiiime.."}

And I tell them everytime, that I'm just gone for a while

But I'll always be back

I'm, back in the place where, we get so absurd

Liquor in a brown bag laid on the curb

Where a lot of good things and bad things occur

I know what time it is, homey what's the word?

I kick back on the valley with my eyesight blurred

All up in the alley, swiggin Thunderbird

Selling rocks on sidewalks, long walks to detox

A place where we creep don't sleep and we sweep the street blocks

Moox on the beats that make the streets, rock

I'm up in the corner hittin some grifa{?}

Spittin some game hopin to hit this weeza

Still in one piece and I'm back in the streets, I'm

{"I'm back in the streets"} I'm back in the streets

{"And every girrrrrrrl that I meet"} Every girl I meet

{"They ask the same question"} Always askin me

{"And I tell them everytiiiiiiiiime.."}

Just gone for a little while

But I'll always be back

I'm, back on the calles, and I'm twice as bad

I still do the same thing, my bumper still drag

Lay it down on the ground right down on the ave

All my homeboys pass, see Lil Rob, got a brand new bag

Stuffin the cuff up, haters watch it watch it jump up

When I cruise by, everybody sayin whassup

Hey good to see you again - homey where you been?

I've been around the bend where I ain't got no friends

But, I'm back, in town and I love these streets

Brand new Nikes on my feet, walk on the concrete

Ey girl, I only leave cause I have to

And when I'm gone I'm thinkin I got streets to get back to, I'm

I, know every shortcut, I know every path

No matter where I go I know I'll be back

Anywhere on the map doesn't really matter where I'm at

I'll be on the Camino posted up, with my people

In a ragtop (yeah), pancake on the blacktop

Imagine this back drop, the lifestyle I can't stop

Heinas, homies, liquor and oldies

Can't leave the pad the hurras waitin for me

I'm buzzed and I'm on drugs - people ask me why I do it

And I tell 'em just because - it's just mari-huana

I do what I please, no need to be discrete

It just feels good, to be back in the streets, I'm