Lisa 'left Eye' Lopes - Street Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Left Eye] The other night, I decided to walk down the block I heard all this noise at 12 o' clock Sirens, guns, and police, dogs barking Three paddy wagons pull out from parking Filled with people from off the street And just committing all crimes in the city, you see? They're k**ing innocent people by the wink of an eye Drug-dealers helping kids get all high They don't care about nothing They have no home They're either living with the gang, or all alone Guys have twenty kids Never had a wife Well that's what you get, when you live street life [Verse 2: Left Eye] Girls become prostitutes at the age of ten Running away from their pimps, again and again Some do it cause of parents They take revenge Well little do they know, right to hell they'll sin Some think it's cute to be a prostitute They're looking for money, not giving a hoot Yo man with girls, I'll never understand it How could you sell her body, just to be damaged? Your sick in the head and always ready for bed You don't know if they'll return alive or dead They go through all kinds of pain, misery, and struggle Well that's what you get, when you live street life [Verse 3: Left Eye] And what about the little babies being born to pipers So helpless, addicted to crack in their diapers Yeah, some babies make it, but the rest they just die One week on Earth and already it's goodbye [Verse 4: Left Eye] Here's a rap about me Q.T. (cute teen), what is me? Quality and degree of excellence In other words superior-ier-iority First cla** Well last is me Clear as gla** Forever be a V.P Not just a C-U-T-I-E [Verse 5: Left Eye] I'm always ready, never deadbeat Anything the doctor order You gon' order, this mean the lunches Never palm or sour water Full of Lord of corresponding More than the sistas that I like Sort of touchy-touchy what? That I'm a master of the mic Vroom, vroom, on my own I write my rhymes, when alone So knick-knack paddywhack Give your dog ha-ha Bona fide, that's me and you try To get wit' forget it admit it You just bloop! so quit it and let it Cause creating the rhymes makes sense And you'll find Takes time like climbing a fence You get higher and higher, until you reach the barbwire Stop! like you were catching on fire