Letras:
Streets Get Out My House Remix

get out of my house Please and actually give me back my keys But I'll be proper angry If you're not back later on your knees You don't care about my

out of champagne you can drink up, man ? So bring it on back, back! Show your boy love, girl get my lap? Yeah, every time I speak she does get the move

Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond

second time (Everybody on the floor) You make me wanna throw my pager out the window Tell MCI to cut the phone poles Break my lease so I can move 'Cause

to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip on weezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out You say want passion, I think

Back+ Too big for my britches, and I got bitches Now I'm hittin switches, niggaz want my riches Used to get 18, when my G was alive Now a ki' is 13-5

my house. We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilings. Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT!" (they're driving me fucking crazy over here chief, I gotta get

keep my name out'cha mouth [Verse Two: Lil Scrappy] I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed And still find birds in my

streets with my dick out bitch I ain't timid I'm like Tyson in the house when I step in the club Bug, titties get fondled, asses get rubbed See that nigga