Back In The Streets

{"I'm back in the streets"} 
Yeah, yeah I'm back in the streets man 
{"And every girrrrrrrl that I meet"} 
And every girl that I meet 
{"They ask the same question"} 
They're always askin me the same thing 
{"And I tell them everytiiiiiiiiime.."} 
And I tell them everytime, that I'm just gone for a while 
But I'll always be back 

I'm, back in the place where, we get so absurd 
Liquor in a brown bag laid on the curb 
Where a lot of good things and bad things occur 
I know what time it is, homey what's the word? 
I kick back on the valley with my eyesight blurred 
All up in the alley, swiggin Thunderbird 
Selling rocks on sidewalks, long walks to detox 
A place where we creep don't sleep and we sweep the street blocks 
Moox on the beats that make the streets, rock 
I'm up in the corner hittin some grifa{?} 
Spittin some game hopin to hit this weeza 
Still in one piece and I'm back in the streets, I'm 

{"I'm back in the streets"} I'm back in the streets 
{"And every girrrrrrrl that I meet"} Every girl I meet 
{"They ask the same question"} Always askin me 
{"And I tell them everytiiiiiiiiime.."} 
Just gone for a little while 
But I'll always be back 


I'm, back on the calles, and I'm twice as bad 
I still do the same thing, my bumper still drag 
Lay it down on the ground right down on the ave 
All my homeboys pass, see Lil Rob, got a brand new bag 
Stuffin the cuff up, haters watch it watch it jump up 
When I cruise by, everybody sayin whassup 
Hey good to see you again - homey where you been? 
I've been around the bend where I ain't got no friends 
But, I'm back, in town and I love these streets 
Brand new Nikes on my feet, walk on the concrete 
Ey girl, I only leave cause I have to 
And when I'm gone I'm thinkin I got streets to get back to, I'm 

I, know every shortcut, I know every path 
No matter where I go I know I'll be back 
Anywhere on the map doesn't really matter where I'm at 
I'll be on the Camino posted up, with my people 
In a ragtop (yeah), pancake on the blacktop 
Imagine this back drop, the lifestyle I can't stop 
Heinas, homies, liquor and oldies 
Can't leave the pad the hurras waitin for me 
I'm buzzed and I'm on drugs - people ask me why I do it 
And I tell 'em just because - it's just mari-huana 
I do what I please, no need to be discrete 
It just feels good, to be back in the streets, I'm