[Intro: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck)]
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Yo, what's poppin' off out here son?
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Yo, hold up, I think that's my baby mama on the phone
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Damn, yo, hold on, yo hold on for a second
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Yo, man, you see shorty right there (look at shorty right there)
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Yo, I'mma call you back in a second, aight?
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[Streetlife]
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Yo, excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring
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The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing
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I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things
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And you highly motivated by what money brings
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You got a dope fetish, attitude to go get it
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A little athletic, no need for cosmetics
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A little bowlegged, street smarts and good credit
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You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed
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It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it
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But what's a thug without his ladybug, I must respect it
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I know a woman's worth, ladies come first
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I'm the Sun, you're the Earth, mother of the universe
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I know what you like, you go for the street type
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Who keep the g tight, and hit the G-spot right
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I just might, call my wife
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Tell her "Baby, I'm not comin' home tonight"
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[Chorus: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck) {both}]
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Damn (yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there
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{I need you in my life, girl, girl}
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(Yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there
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(Look at shorty right there) damn
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{In my life, my life}
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yeah, checkin' baby girl with the wavy curls
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Precious lady pearl in the shady world
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Please to meet you, your dress fit as if see through
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Niggas treat you like royalty and dream to freak you
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Diva in your own right, keep your home right
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Bad bitch with the switch, let's trip the strobe lights
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Tight with the Power-U, I'll devour you
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Everything about you, make me scout you
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No doubt, boo, make me fiend for a taste
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Your hot like a fireplace, shows in your face
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Now, come out the closet, baby girl, it's safe
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Just a taste, of sex, lies and videotape
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Let's skate, but late on the way, sound clever
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Drinkin' brown leather, she down for whatever
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We he call tomorrow, that's the question asked
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Call it love at first sight, til the next one pass like
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[Chorus]
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[Streetlife]
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Look at shorty right there, with the six-pack
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Lookin' like a fruit snack with the shoe strapped to her knee caps
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Look at shorty right there in the blue Range
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With the two bangs, high in the eye, she's a true dame
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[Streetlife]
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Nah, look at shorty right there, with the mini skirt
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With pink finky shirt, the way her body jerk make my jimmy hurt
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Nah, shorty right there, the amazon
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Six foot three, with the glasses on, built for a marathon
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[Streetlife]
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Look at shorty right there with the big hips (where?)
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With the group of chicks, aiyo, lady who ya'll rollin' wit?
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Shorty right there, with the white dude
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In the sky blue, knowin' she fly, friend is right too...
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Look at shorty right there!
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Shorty Right There
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Inspectah Deck |