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

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight

It's the American heartbeat Chart the stars, head out for the action Hit the streets and find some satisfaction The night's alive with wind and fire We telegraph our heart's desire Through the night with our eyes Wheels are turnin' fast and hard Hearts

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

It's halftime Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like

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

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

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

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it