笨小笨Streets On Fire (Explicit)歌词由Boosie Badazz演唱，出自专辑《Life After Deathrow (Explicit)》，下面是《Streets On Fire (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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Streets On Fire (Explicit) - Boosie Badazz
From the corners
All the streets have fallen
I picked upon and grew a rose
I take the wildlife around Earth
And the book about her
Past has surely closed
No no one
No one thought I would make it
Violence and paper chasing
Supposed to be dead I'm just
Glad god had his patience
Broken relations cuz this
Rose turned into a flower
Trained to survive and learned
All my surrounding
Look at my eyes the wildlife divines me
Everyday is a hustle
So having nothing reminds me
That papa couldn't blame me
Fans never mind me
Something gifing grew up hoping
Puff will sign me
In time deep but who turn me
They understand me
I didn't win every fight
But a ni**a never ran me
Momma looking at me and smiled bright
Cuz it's over now
What's over now
Pyrex and baking soda pops
50 for a rollie watch
No more corner no more tryna hide
I get what I want
And I can give a real ni**a diploma
In the streets the real ni**a Obama
Just took a different role
A place that's called
That's not far from the corner store
The corner
From the corners
All the streets have fallen
I picked upon and grew a rose
I take the wildlife around Earth
And the book about her
Past has surely closed
Family hurtin' and I got tired of that sh*t
So I got off my a** and tried to get rich
Boosie got 99 problems and 5 of a b**ch
Cuz I got 5 baby mommas
With 5 different personalities
Blame for cold casualties corner talk
Stuck in a place where them real
Niggas walk the corner
But first your love hanging
Then slangin'
He needs love and fear love
You start banging
Music game changing
But Boosie ain't changing
Features with the stars
But my music still gangsta
It's for my niggas on the corners
Hoping they get famous
With no gunshot wounds and leave pain
Please help them lord
All the sh*t we see we deserve
To get a blessing lord
Look at me a G I make the
Whole world press record
For that little boy I give hope
Just stop selling d**e
And put that mic to its mouth and rap
And make it off that corner
From the corners
All the streets have fallen
I picked upon and grew a rose
I take the wildlife around Earth
And the book about her
Past has surely closed
