Man today's a good day Hey, ay-ye-ay-ye-ay 'Cause I'm rich, rich, rich, rich Walking down the street and I just copped a big booty bitch And these diamonds on my wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist 'Cause I'm rich Today I don't have any haters 'Cause I

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

I want to know if you'll be my girl Hey, hey hey baby! When you turned and walked away Thats when I want to say C'mon baby, give me a whirl When I saw you walking down the street I said that's a kind of girl I'd like to meet She's so pretty, Lord she's

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

The sky is crying, Can you see the tears roll down the street. I my baby early one morning She was walking on down the street I got a real, real fine feeling That my baby she don't love me no more I've been looking for my baby And I've been wondering

Pretty woman, give your smile to me Pretty woman, walking down the street Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one can look as good as you Pretty woman, won't you pardon me? Pretty woman, I

Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

I would always open up the door Always looking up at higher floors Want to see it all give me more (rise, rise up) I was always up for the making changes Walking down the street and meeting strangers Flipping through my life turning pages (rise, rise up)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

I am smitten My crush with eyeliner I'm the real thing (I'm the real thing) She's a sad tomato She's three miles of bad road I know you've seen her Walking down the street Will I never meet her?