These Streets

Tanya Stephens30 Jul 2012
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These Streets - Tanya Stephens

You know I can still remember when it was just me and you

Suddenly it turned you and your crew... forget everything bout your 'Boo'

Ah boy

 

I wish you woulda treat me like your glock I woulda love it if you keep me pon cock

I wish you woulda treat me like your yacht keep me wet while the waves dem a rock

Why you cant stay pon me like the corner keep your lips pon me like your marijuana

I woulda love it if you treat me like the club stay up inna me whole night just a bump 'n grind 'n rub

You dont understand what your woman needs from her man

While you deh pon the streets all the time just bear this in mind

These streets dont love you like I do you need fi know that

You wanna keep your woman loving you then you need fi show that

The love we have weh did take so much effort fi build you about fi blow that

But just like a played out jersey you about fi get throwback

I wish you woulda treat me like a ounce me know you nah leggo that when you bounce

You shoulda deh home a knock boots like your Tims need fi act older than the size a yuh rims

I wish you woulda stay pon me like the phone man never leave the house without me like your chrome man

I wish you woulda treat me like your whips your girl's a perfect 10 but your Benz dem a only a 5 and a 6

You dont understand what your woman needs from her man

While you deh pon the streets all the time just bear this in mind

These streets dont love you like I do you need fi know that

You wanna keep your woman loving you then you need fi show that

The love we have weh did take so much effort fi build you about fi blow that

But just like a played out jersey you about fi get throwback

Now the feds have them case and the gavel a pound me a look fi a familiar face me no see none around

When you call me collect a gi mi errands fi do me nuh see no hot gal me nuh see none of your 'crew'

Government seize everything the G's everything and another baller done take over the spot

A run trees everything the keys everything and 10 calls a month is all you've got saying

Now you understand what your woman needs from her man

While you deh pon the streets all the time you shoulda bear this in mind

Say the streets dem nuh give a damn bang diddly bang

A just the place weh you peddle pon

Nuh fall in love with the corner you cant say me never warn you

 

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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