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letra de street life - cook classics

[scratch chorus]:
“the street life is the only life i know” – carlton fisk

[verse one] [sha stimuli]:
look
everybody’s calling my name, i feel like i’m famous
but a lot of haters waiting and praying to see the day i flop
f-ck it, i am steadily gaining, shining and raining/reigning at the same time
come at me flagrant and i will aim and pop
can’t n0body say what i’m saying the way i say it
i’m the greatest music maker with paper, i used to play the block
coming up with phrases so flaming the booth was blazing
that’s not a phase, i got the ladies still chasing me because i make ’em hot
now you wanna take my spot, make me stop
take your top off with convertable burners, i got the stainless c-cked
to jump offsides is a false start
but me? holding back is the hard part
stupid -ss
how could i not be an allstar when i’m moving more product than wal-mart?
is all heart, gold cart flow, tote iron, yell “fore!”
hit birdies, never go off course, i spit raw
stimuli b-tch

[scratch chorus]:
“the street life is the only life i know” – carlton fisk
“i don’t f-ck around” – prodigy
“make moves in the game” – black moon
“i’m the wrong one to f-ck with” – mobb deep
“on or off the mic”
“we do our thing son”- kool g rap
“with a beatdown, kick and a punch” – sean price
“shapow!” – raekwon
“i dispose of your punk sh-t” – xzibit

[verse two] [cymarshall law]:
i’m that sh-t
i’ll black quick, watch the man rip
while these p-ssy mc’s be getting high off of catnip
i can’t quit
light a rapper up like a match stick
i’m that sick
if you hating you can eat a fat d-ck
i’m k!lling ever last bit
like no other my brother, i’m the illest motherf-cker that can spit
never drop dead sick cause i’m on a track like an am kit
i can write a rhyme, line quoted in sanskrit
and i always got a bad chick that’s mad thick
twisting the next spliff while i’m working on my last hit
overflowing with dopeness, not all of it can fit
born in the u.k. and i am sl!ck like the man rick
no gold chain, my foe’s lame, i throw flame
in my own lane, i’m the number one draft pick
and i’m holding all the cards like mavrick
cymarshall law and i’m out like “that’s it”

[verse three] [sean price]:
gunplay, knife work, muay tigh kicks
elbow, knee strike, more fly sh-t
e pills, mushrooms, more white sh-t
you on the phone telling dawg, you are mike vic
i might beat sh-t outta n-gga like this
i might creep, cl!ck, on a n-gga like this
i’m alright with the cross, duke i’m out with the ?
this is jehad, the house of sadaam
n-gga, i got a flare pistol
everlast, outerwear, vladamir drisko
i’m rough s-x, y’all n-ggas soft p-rn
i bust heads when y’all n-ggas was just born
understand the vet is the best
turn powder into rock without a chemistry set
i can wake up broke and be stacked by bedtime
shake up folks that ain’t smoking, it’s led time
p!

- cook classics

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