Where the streets have no name It's all I can do We're beaten and blown by the wind Where the streets have no name, oh oh We're still building then burning down love Burning down love And when I go there, I go there with you Blown by the wind I want to

Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the

You move me You call me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights When I leave, I don't know A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion

We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me,

Yes I'm your blessing ma Mama I know I know Sometimes I act crazy but I'm still your baby The projects made me like this you can't blame me Mama I'm still your baby but the streets corrupt me I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with

Los Angelenos All come from somewhere Making up for all the time gone by Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Goin' nowhere on the streets Makin' love with the natives In their Hollywood places To live in sunshine

Somebody save me, save me I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou' Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone) I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray) I go and pick him up from school to see him

Now I don't really care what you call me I bet they knew as soon as they saw me All she wrote, all she wrote Just as long as you don't call me bro' "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

Forever, forever you will know Forever and ever, what you will know I no longer wanna feel the darkness in my soul Walk these lonely streets without a home Dear Mary, where’s the kids When did they leave? Where did they go? Feel the morning breeze, after