Texty:
Who Out In The Street

Out! Out in the street I'm talkin' 'bout slowly I'm not gonna rest Woman, you don't know me Yeah, you don't know me, no Know me, no Know me, no Yeah

Out! Out in the street I'm talkin' 'bout slowly I'm not gonna rest Woman, you don't know me Yeah, you don't know me, no Know me, no Know me, no Yeah

Out! Out in the street I'm talkin' 'bout slowly I'm not gonna rest Woman, you don't know me Yeah, you don't know me, no Know me, no Know me, no Yeah

It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court, but shawty out

fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names

for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street

Well, the crooks are out And the streets are gray You know I wouldn't have it Any other way, yeah Your mother's words They're, they're ringing still

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 with you and your worn-out

) Who's the boss? Dudes is lost Don't think 'cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off Who else but me? And if you don't feel me (Who else?) That mean you can