I Luv Tha Streets - Hot Dollar

Yeah, I love the streets…

Cause there’s no other place

That I’d rather be…

«Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair» --] The Beach Boys

Chorus: Hot Dollar (Scoop DeVille in background)

I… («I»)

Yeah, I love the streets…

Cause there’s no other place («Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair»)

That I’d rather be…

I… («I, hear the sound of the»)

Yeah, I love the streets…

Cause there’s no other place («Sway-the-sway-way-way the sun-her-hair»)

That I’d rather be…

I’m havin' sweet vibration, see, I’m shakin'

Vivid fantasies, us and all nathin'

I’m back like Jason

The thrill is G

You wack rappers is killin' me

You feelin' me?

My murder face gon' quickly turn into a murder case

Send shots to your vertebrae

Increase the murder rate

I jack you if I have to

No wonder I’m in love with the streets

That I’m attached to

Body covered with tatoos, Scarface and Ciara

Call me Scarface, the Don of the new era

Gave gangstas my heart

Hustlers, my spirit

No wonder all these bitch niggas fear it

I love women, but I hate bitches

Shoutout to all my niggas wrongly accused

In the state prison (Put my)

Poker face to the chess game, checkmate

Thought you heard the best rapper, yet

Well, just wait

Repeat Chorus

My descent is so intent

My

Fendy lenses is ten percent

Can’t see through

But I could see you

Nobody God

And no kung-fu

The guns is silent

But so violent

Only God protect the man you admirin'

The haters can’t wait to say, «I told you so

Hot Dollar can’t flow, I knew he wouldn’t go blow»

They said

«Reppin' the Southwest couldn’t be done»

I ask a million young niggas tellin' me where they from

From the

West side to the dirty dirty

I keep it real til the day that they bury me

Found wits to the streets

Top floor suites

(???) a nigga from the hood

On the house, on the beach

I can still hear my grandma hummin' tunes in the living room

You be, loved and remembered for many moons

Repeat Chorus

I bought a Cadillac Escalade, put 28"s on it

Now every motherfucking nigga in the hood want it

I guess this the life

Sell ki’s

All day, shoot dice all night

Yeah, right

Hit the club, couldn’t tell you all the blunts that I blew

Yeah, right

Tell you all the hoes that I knew

Yeah, right

Tell you how the ice look blue

Yeah, right

If that’s your girl, then I ran through your boo

They say I made it

I say, «I survive»

I’m still the same nigga, just rollin' the ladies ride

Money didn’t change me, it changed the way you see

Same nigga you knew is now a celebrity, me

Repeat Chorus

I love the colorful clothes she wears

And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I, hear the sound of the gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air" --] The Beach Boys