from everyone I love and say goodbye now I'm the princess of a downtown train where everybody here, they know my game but when I walk down the street
liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all and heels hurt to walk
I was lost I was frozen Walking down the streets alone when I saw this place was open, tonight And the girls They were rocking And the alcohol was
Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville, Tennessee But I have
? Oh feet Flippin' your fins you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a What's that word again? Street Up where they walk
run Baby, this ain't me, baby, this ain't me Grown so ugly, grown so ugly Don't even know myself Don't even know myself Left Angola, 1964 Walking down the street
was quite voluptuous And it was true, she had eyes for me Then one night at a dance she walked up to me And ask me would I meet her down by the creek
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
could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You, you belong with me, you belong with me Walking the streets
s going down tonight, the ladies looking right Dressed up with fancy shoes, tight jeans and sweet perfume The line's around the block but we just walk
, I walk through courts So disrespectful, I spit when I talk I recognize niggaz tryin' to copy my style But never been a nigga this fly, holdin' it down
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
down, the tool start to spark Outline in chalk, moms lift the part Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
thank Him Therefore He lifteths me up So I don't see no haters Well, let me get this shit in order, I got somethin' for you You ever seen a black man walk
just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the
' like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty Knock, knock who is he? Bus-a-bus, I put it down
beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' Yo, uh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually
beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk Pimp strut and how to sky walk