Letras
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Uh uh, uh
I fell in love with the street life
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 (boo-boo-boo-boo)
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 still ain't contra
Still pop you through your shield, holla (boo)
I wasn't in the roof 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
Me 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 pale
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 around 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 a doo-doo
I'm from where thots will 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 Chaka 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-doodle