Ang P – Street Lights Ft. Miz and Xperience Lyrics

Man we don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on
We don’t hit the block ‘til the street lights come on
Schemin’ on a plot that we might dumb on
So many ways to guap and ain’t no one wrong
They worried ‘bout what’s hot we tryna keep our sons warm
And that’s just a typical day in the hood
Hustling mornin’, noon and night the way that we should
I’m on the jack with my brother and I’m praying he good
But if he not we gon’ get it any way that we could, believe that
Where my niggas rollin’ around with the seat back?
Anything that’s slowing us down we don’t need that
Will of a young buck but knowledge of an old man
Some people call it dumb luck, but I take it in my own hands
Never been a sucka nah ain’t no coward in me
I just leave it up to God and the powers that be
Feeling like Cyrus in The Warriors
They could push our back against the wall, but there’s more of us

Where would I be wasn’t for no music?
Slangin’ rock, bustin’ guns somethin’ stupid
Comin’ up I always was a nuisance ruthless
Never thought that I would be the one God choses
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We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on
We don’t hit the block ‘til the street lights come on
Tryna dodge a long sentence like a run on
Saved a couple dollars for some Bob’s shrimp jumbos
East Chicago cub lost in the jungle
Say cousin what it is? Ain’t nothin’
Same block, same liquor store, same junkies
Snake cops taking our future away from us
Ain’t a lot that momma’s can do but pray for us
Whole lot of papa’s out here wit’ case warrants
So they daughters try to dream they way to California
The sons peepin’ the game like selling crack’s normal
One strike away wit’ they back to the courtroom
Waitin’ for the day when we can celebrate and po’ it up
I just wanna really spend a whole check at Nordstrom’s
Paint the city red takin’ shots like a warmup
I told you that one day we would do it enormous

(HOOK)

We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on
We don’t hit the block ‘til the streetlights come on
The cops the real reason these kids is keeping they guns warm
Wildin’ out damn near handing penalties of death
They went and shot them young fellas right up in they chest
Or was it in they back? Either way it makes no sense
What makes it even wore one of them can’t feel his legs
How we gonna break the cycle with that shit up in our heads?
So if I have a kid and if he actin’ stupid then he gonna end up dead
Shit I was a nuisance yeah you heard just what I said
But when I was a kid I was taught that officers were here to serve and to protect
Now it seems today they only showin’ up for checks
They ain’t showin’ us respect in fact they showin’ us neglect
We from the same community but division is working best
Now they showing us they teks, got they foot up on our chest
And our Facebook friends say we deservin’ what we get

Mothafucka I’m on one and this is our anthem
Police don’t shoot me, see me puttin’ my hands up
I ain’t no animal, I’m somebody’s grandson
Just skittles and tea sir, I ain’t got no handgun
A gated community, they don’t want me here
My hoodies and jeans here and my white tee here
A black man beware in your eyes I could see fear but I’m just a man
Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?
Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?
Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?
In your eyes I could see fear but I’m just a man
Why you scared of a brotha when I’m just a man?

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