Oh, I'm just a country boy I've got sand all in my shoes I've got tuck in the big city Got to sing the big city blues, city blues I was standing on the
young And Mary, she rocked him, little darling to sleep And she left him to die like a tramp on the street [Other versions have a couple of different/additional verses:] Jesus who died on
about the boy on the street I want to see him on his feet and you heard my scream and you heard my scream for the man on the street he's praying for some
the streets then you don't need to be with me Never thought I'd be afraid to trust somebody that I love so much If I can get him out of the streets
hooker on a street corner (street corner) baby, I'll make you so much warmer (warmer) I'm your hooker on a street corner Outro: I'm your hooker on a street corner, boy
, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Maine keep shittin' on me Why that boy
Ooh, ah, baby, don't stop I'mma take control when I climb up on top I can take that shit, boy, switch your position Yeah, you do it hard baby, like you on
the world revolve around me Build my dreams please grow a all over the streets But I don't know much about classic cars (cars) But I got a lot of friends stuck on
there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street
I'm right there Freeze frame on the street name, oops, wait a minute This is where the streets have no name and the drain of sewage You can see it in this boy
ya shit) Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (Haha) Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) Gotta love it, place nuttin' above it (Nuttin') It's on
Juan, please I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
It only gets more intense, it only gets more intense All the pressure's on your neck, you feel me, you feel me? So Bad Boy, so Bad Boy, I'm richer bitch
niggas that plot Them zero niggas get got And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a
it's comin', aww, man somethin's comin' I like this sound of this somethin's comin' You can picture like a photograph, envision the image Of 125th street
In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street Come on,
cars out All our street cats buy all the bars out Don't know whatcha all 'bout but I'm livin' it up Ten mill' yeah, I'm bigger than what So you know on
