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I STILL HAVE MY STREET CRED (RAP LYRICS)

Contributed by wellsmark on Sunday, 26th January 2003 @ 05:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



I STILL HAVE MY STREET CRED (RAP LYRICS)

My life may be dead,
But I still have my street cred!
I ain’t a faker or a taker,
For heaven saker man give me a chance.

She’s cool a total touch of class,
The way she walks the wiggle of her a**.
Lungs forever quirky expanding,
Understanding feelings so demanding.
Erotic its like I’m on narcotics,
I thirst her touch I pine too much.
I met the Father he got me in lather,
I said I’m not clever but I’ve never done wrong,
However I do love your daughter.
Spoken elixir then hit the mixer,
He threw me out onto the street.
It was windy day clouds a flying,
All I could here was my baby crying,
It didn’t have to be this way…

CHORUS

My life may be dead,
But I still have my street cred!
I ain’t a faker or a taker,
For heaven saker man give me a chance.

I waited under simple stars,
Watching people coming out of bars.
Spellbound lovers walking home,
I felt so small like a garden gnome.
Morning came I had no sleep,
Woken by a passing jeep.
I STILL HAVE MY STREET (CRED RAP LYRICS)
PAGE TWO

When she left for work she lit up the landscape,
Hairs would tingle, mingle along my nape.
I stopped her protective,
But she pushed away somewhat dejected.
I need you babe… I need your grove,
Remove your hands Dad disapproves.
Indeed he does but I thought we had something good,
I thought we moved like lovers would.
We are not one, or ever will be an entwined seed,
Just leave it I’m sorry man to mislead.
Just because I’m unpaid,
You are afraid to commit to me…


CHORUS

My life may be dead,
But I still have my street cred!
I ain’t a faker or a taker,
For heaven saker man give me a chance.

The next day we talked for hours,
She smelt so good from a morning shower.
We kissed her tounge probed like a sickle,
Wow she tasted like sweetened pickle.
Back home I starred for hours-hours,
Watching sparrows fly like arrows.
She reasoned with her old man.
He came to the door said come here fellow,
I tried but my legs were full of Jell-O.


I STILL HAVE MY STREET (CRED RAP LYRICS)
PAGE THREE

Look as long as you’re healthy,
You don’t have to be wealthy.
I now of your gender you were an offender,
But you have changed your ways.
But if you ever lay the wrong finger,
My fist will linger you here what I say.
So we had eye to eye,
Now life was rosy I didn’t here her cry.
I got myself a job working double shifts,
Money came in to heal the rifts.

CHORUS

My life may be dead,
But I still have my street cred!
I ain’t a faker or a taker,
For heaven saker man give me a chance.

I got caught for shoplifting they tried to bust me,
Her Father changed his tune decided he didn’t trust me.
My bad jokes put me out with her folks,
My whole life just went up in smoke.
I soon lost the plot I was off my rocker,
Getting knicked everyday by a copper.
Petty crime turned to a gun meddler,
I lost Hannah now a street peddler.
Now I run a gang in the manor,
Her dad thought I held a banana,
But really it was a spewing black piranha.
I shot him his meat would make a Donna,
I laughed as he writhed like a gonna.

I STILL HAVE MY STREET (CRED RAP LYRICS)
PAGE FOUR

I didn’t dither I put the gun to my head,
Brains my gender now minced like a blender.
Maybe it was best like this; I was a bumbler,
As I took a tumbler too lay still on the floor.
Looking down at my body and the creator,
I have no remorse, I excepted I was a traitor.
Taking the elevator down hell smoldered my sweater,
Maybe forever haunted I laughed undaunted…
I smelt the scented…
Lets get aquatinted with the demented.

CHORUS

My life may be dead,
But I still have my street cred!
I ain’t a faker or a taker,
For heaven saker man I blew my chance.












Copyright © wellsmark ... [ 2003-01-26 17:00:00]
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