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Streets Get Out Of My House

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

Traducció: Els carrers. Fora de casa meva.

[CHORUS (GIRL):] Go, 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 [

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

house for the '95 Big shout out to my man Mel Smith My man Don Cee San in' the house What's up Michelle Ray, what's up boo? Sick of mama screaming that, "Get

diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out

plottin' to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the

one I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know? But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers Buyin' my

It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there