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Rick Ross

Street Life

 

Street Life

(album: Port Of Miami - 2006)


[Lloyd:]
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine

[Rick Ross:]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a .45 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sitting at this table, why I take a soul for a guy
Music and the street life, that's a whole 'nother side
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bagging it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me how to parlay a Z (Good looking nigga)
I know my mama pulling overtime
Pocket full of dimes, so I'm out here pulling mine

[Lloyd:]
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Rick Ross:]
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Breitling cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for the pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper

[Lloyd:]
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Rick Ross:]
Street life, selling dope, fucking hoes
Big B smoke coming out a nigga nose
Candy painting on the corner, selling everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothing will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggas in the game
But in the game, all the good niggas get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come and fly the plane

[Lloyd:]
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
Ain't nothing but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose, street life
Ain't nothing but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

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