Skee-lo - Street Life Lyrics
f/ Joe Love[ Joe Love ]last year when I went home, got in my car and got gonehit the streets and shot on, 18 years since I'm gonecall my homie Jerome, spoke to his brother Tyromewho seemed a little distant cause my calls were not persistanthe say Rome went to prison for resistin' arrestand mamma had a problem wit her chest, what, cardiac arrestI was hurt and ain't even been here a weekand after all that bad news I couldn't speakand my toes went weak and my legs went numbit gets crazy in the streets tryin' to live wit no fundsdon't cheat you don't eat, your case you can't beatpublic defenders is there to make the deals go sweetfor the prosecution it's like an executionbut you can mae it if you're patient and avoid confusionit took a while for me to learn this and stay on my feetbut if this rappin' don't happen for me I'm goin' back to the streets[ chorus (2x) ]street life, street life, street life, street lifestreet life, street life, street life, street life[ Skee-Lo ]before the day that I blew up back when I grew upback when I had a shag chewin' gum wearin' chucksbefore I even thought about makin' the big bucksI was busy throwin' rocks at cars and dump truckseven now I can hear her mamma callin' my full nameme and uncle Joe would be watchin' the Bulls gamebefore they had Jordan when all you needed was changeto get yourself some candy, some pickles and sugar caneseven then I could feel the streets movin' all throughmy veins and everything I seen absorbed in my brainI'm not afraid to tell it my brother I'm not ashamedyou take a look at me now and look at where I cameRobert Taylor, 4500 on State Street in Chicagowhere most of the hoodsters and thugs beif it hadn't of been for all the people that loved meand for god's grace life get cruel and ugle in the streets[ chorus (2x) ]street life, street life, street life, street lifestreet life, street life, street life, street life[ Skee-Lo ]it's all goodbut people don't, got it misunderstood, street code issimply you stick to your own hoodstay in your own woods and chop your own treeand if something jumps off pretend you didn't seekeep your mouth shut up, for you get knocked upain't no since in tryin' to get somebody else locked upand that's the truththat's why I send messages to the youthhope the lord makes a way outforget the gang and stay outcause everybody wants to live in the sunshineif not right now at least at one timelook back in your mind remember you was a kidremember before you grew up how innocent you livedfrom big wheels to big thrills and big heightsfrom innocent to killin' your brother for Air Nikesand I can't believe that none of these things don'tstrike y'all brothers in the head like this ain't right[ chorus (2x) ]street life, street life, street life, street lifestreet life, street life, street life, street life
