[Hook]
Walking through the city streets
Chasing something I'll never find
Falling in a cold grey tree
We get high and I'm losing my mind
[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
Hook me up to life support, I'm feeling half dead
I'll be grabbing on my dick, I'll be on my last leg
As I stand on the ledge and recite this last pledge
Before I walk off the edge and plunge to my fast death
Freefallin' freefallin', joggers freeballin'
Your BC, my egg plant, now she need pollen
Yeah I keep on rushin', but she the one Stalin
Worry about my side bitch, if she the one calling
"Darlin'" the key words, I'll ditch you, you (?)
So stop bitching, start swallowing
Said you could keep the change, Cuban link the chains
I'm gon' point and aim, you gon' point the blame
I just put the bitch to chains and I can't pronounce her name
But she no speak no English, so she can't pronounce a thing
I'm a motherfuckin' ras clot, snot on the wash cloth
Pots in her hot spot, now you forgot to wash out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: J Byrd The Low Life]
I got one love to the niggas from my block
I'll busts guns for the niggas from my block
I'll push drugs with your misses or your doctor
Sluts love a real nigga for the cock
Make 'em stood up when they top
Then I send them for some guap
They get up with the hiccups and a cough, ha
Probably cause I lost a couple dizz up in her twat
If I'm dipping from the cops, quick to stick it in her crotch
This bitch is with the shit and this bitch can fit a lot
So I keep her by my side like the blow in my coin pocket
That's dumb and dumber I go Lloyd off it
I'm bars in no loincloth (?)
But these hard hands prove coins often
Yeah
[Bridge: J Byrd The Low Life]
Trapped in acid tab dreams
While I'm hippie flippin' smellin' like hash and Pantene
I'm so smacked I can't breath
With these dead eyes, feelin' like Vash the Stampede
While I'm
[Hook]
City Streets was produced by 88 Ultra.