Street Music

I'm back.

Street music, **** ain't sweet music.

I only got one thing to say

I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day

(street music, **** ain't sweet music)

Stand on my own feet no matter what happens

My struggle a grown me to a man, man

Kill you on yo' own beat with this rap thing

And I still hate the police with a passion

So raise yo' glasses, stomp yo' feet

I ain't asking, do it if you hungry

This that street music

Don't get it confused, kid

No you thought it was but **** ain't sweet, stupid

Uncivilized and I'm drunk as ****

So tell the dj to bump that ****

If yo' girl screaming and yelling

Turning yo' evening to hell, then I'm telling you need to dump that *****

How many times have I told you I don't play

Disrespect me ok

It goes both ways

Coming from the land where the sky's so grey

Running with my plans 'cause that's what my mom told me.

I only got one thing to say

Y'all need to bump this **** until yo' speakers blow away

(street music, **** ain't sweet music)

I only got one thing to say

I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day

(street music, **** ain't sweet music)

**** ain't gonna be moving without blood, sweat and tears

12 years I've been on the bud and the beer

So keep it coming before my buzz disappears

Chi-chi man ain't getting no love up in here

You need to pay attention

And shut yo' little mouth when my name is mentioned

Worrying about tomorrow ain't my way of thinking

I'm a do what I do, Red ain't regretting

Now Helsinki, that's where I'm born, where I roam, where I bone

But I've been around like a vagabond

Where I lay my hat is home

Man, I'm known from the catacombs deep

Inna Babylon to the Amazon

Get out yo' seat quick

Haters can eat a ****

Believe it, kid, now swing around 'til you seasick

Life can be a mean ***** it's a known fact

But Red's ****'s like popping prozac

I grew up inna midst of a snowstorm

I ain't a gangster, but I can make some phone calls

I do it for my single baby mamas

And my kids in school with behavior problems

So get yo' hands up if you hate yo' job

And you scheme on the side, one day at a time

Gold spoon *************, won't waste yo' time

Street, street music 'till the day I die, come on

I only got one thing to say

Y'all need to bump this **** until yo' speakers blow away

(street music, **** ain't sweet music)

I only got one thing to say

I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day

(street music, **** ain't sweet music)