Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
Translation: The Doors. Lions In The Street.
city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street
my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace
all [Snoop] Just bought a '77 baby blue cadillac Run it down, set it off, let it off, get back Diss this twist, this is one of my flavas Guerilla's, lions
You are now, witnessing The effects of the Buddha Redman kick through your door Liquidated then I come through your pores Think the track is bleedin'
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, I'm leather grippin' grain I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed Well, I came in the door,
like you never knew. Gettin' it by the grip thats the way we roll it, You better move it when we're steppin' through. [mad child] I'm the first and conversed and person street
you never knew Getting it by the grip, that's the way we rolling You better move it when we're steppin' thru I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street
I keep strivin, I keep tryin I'm tryin to turn defeat to Triumph There's no place in this jungle for weak lions Politicians and preachers, they keep lyin The streets
back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets
lambo doors open upward they're robotic it's gucci [Chorus:] Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool birds in the living room it's like atlanta zoo Lions
The crowd without a face Begins to fill the space In the arena Flashlights at his feet The lion from the street Awaits the Christians A blinding flash
poems of city heat I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter here on my own side street] Well,The murderer who lived next door seemed such a normal guy
Getting It, By Grip, That's The Way We Rolling... You Better Move It When We're Stepping Through [Mad Child] I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street
