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, 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,