Street Life Lyrics - Talk A Good Game - Kelly Rowland

Uh, leggo my baby daddy 

Pullin up like leggo leggo 

Uh, see I ain't pushin that Caddy 

We never leavin this place 

Um, it's all go (it's all go) 

It's all go (it's all go) 

So go go 

Uh, the hood ain't ready 

It's the mentality of hate 

Coming from the street life we know it's letting go 

We like to go to school for education 

But the street life we know don't write no notes 

It's like parole with the time we're facing 

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Ain't nobody gon help 

It's a bottom feel 

Easy pops me the pill 

Think of the game, his mammy 

Tell a bum about the street life 

No exception, he be alive 

Tryna get where the breeze is nice 

So I can breathe 

Everybody round me tryna get to the money 

We couldn't leave 

Uh, my best friend ain't happy 

We up and leave like waiter XO 

Uh, and she be rollin that paddy 

And put the longest snakes 

Yea 'cause love is so cold (so cold) 

So cold (so cold) 

And he's foes go 

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You're the truth so mine ain't ready 

But what she got the next day 

Coming from the street life we know it's letting go 

We like to go to school for education 

But the street life we know don't write no notes 

It's like parole with the time we're facing 

Ain't nobody gon help 

It's a bottom feel 

Easy pops me the pill 

Mama didn't waste no timing 

Tell a bum about the street life 

No exception, he be alive 

Tryna get where the breeze is nice 

So I can breathe 

Everybody round me tryna get to the money 

(We just tryna get to the money) 

This for my niggas with them full baby mamas 

Ceiling full of commas 

Saving your receipts because she never keep a promise 

This presidential Rollie don't make me Obama 

So don't judge me by my jewelry please your honor 

The persona of this dope dealin summertime 

Top dropper wintertime 

Fool ain't fox rocker 

Wooh! What it be like? 

It's king pushin Kelly roll, giving you the street life 

Brap! 

Coming from the street life we know it's letting go 

We like to go to school for education 

But the street life we know don't write no notes 

It's like parole with the time we're facing 

Ain't nobody gon help 

It's a bottom feel 

Easy pops me the pill 

Now the big shit fell here, funny 

Tell a bum about the street life 

No exception, he be alive 

Tryna get where the breeze is nice 

So I can breathe 

Everybody round me tryna get to the money 

Including me 

Yea yea yea