Streets Is Watchin
Young Money Lyrics


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Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets

I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young mula bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your Mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw

Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in

I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'

I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jay but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy
Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the bitch scream, I'm a pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots

I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning
Burn through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me
So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'

Ugh, yo, yo yo,
I'm a bad what? bout to get a mani-ped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape

I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that punting at your face shit
And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo




I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'

Overall Meaning

The song "Streets Is Watchin'" by Young Money features Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, and Gudda Gudda. It was produced by David Banner and released in 2009. The song starts with Lil Wayne saying that he's a rider from the east side and his enemies should watch out, coupled with the reference to iconic TV show Martin, “Cole, Gina, and Tommy”. He raps about how his women get him the money he wants, and how he's not afraid to kill someone if they get in the way of his success.


Jae Millz follows up with his verse, in which he raps about his financial success and how he's not worried about anything except getting more money. Gudda Gudda finishes with his own verse, declaring himself the “big bad wolf”. His verse is a bit more raunchy and profane, mentioning sex and violence.


The song is mostly about celebrating the toughness it takes to make it in the streets and how the rewards of success are worth the risks. The strong beat and rhymes level up the song and makes it a great track for blasting in the car or at parties.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
I'm from the east side and I ride hard, like a Native American chief.


Bitches get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy
Women should move out of the way when I come through, like characters from the TV show Martin.


Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
Women use their sexuality as a tool and they see me as their leader.


And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money
I command my women to go make me money.


Young mula bitch, tell them hoes, take their clothes off
I represent Young Money and I expect women to strip for me.


And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your Mohawk
I don't go after easy targets, but if you challenge me, I'll still win.


Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
My rap style is crude and offensive, just like coleslaw.


Call me mister no flaw
I see myself as perfect and without any mistakes.


Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off
I drink and do drugs until I pass out.


Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
I'm always ready to perform and rap my heart out.


Too G for office, boss of all bosses
I'm too much of a gangster to work a regular job and I'm in charge of everything.


Crucify rappers, nail niggas to the crosses
I destroy other rappers and make an example out of them.


I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
I'm like a butcher, covered in blood from my violent lifestyle.


We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm part of the Louis Vuitton crew and I'll show off by wearing alligator skin.


I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn
I'll be hustling to make money, staying in a cheap hotel for a week.


Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in
I'm making so much money that I can afford to have icing on my fingertips.


Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
I'm wary of people trying to take my money and I don't want to be betrayed.


It's that punting at your face shit
I'll kick your face in if you try to mess with me.


And if you scared, you better go and see Mase bitch
If you're afraid, go seek help from someone like Mase.


Name Jay but you can call me Millzbury Doughboy
My name is Jay, but I'm also known as the rich Doughboy of Millzbury.


Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
My gun may be silent, but my machine gun is loud and intimidating.


But if the bitch scream, I'm a pop her, no noise
If someone tries to alert others to my actions, I'll kill them quietly.


Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic
My bank account is very secure and I have a large, powerful truck.


You niggas ain't G's you gents and quite coward
You guys aren't gangsters, you're gentlemen and cowards.


But I'll put you higher than flight pilots
I'll elevate you to a higher level.


The metal turn to lightning
My metal objects turn into powerful lightning.


Burn through your clothes like an ion
My powers can cause extreme heat and damage.


I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
I'm not here to be judge or criticized like Simon Cowell.


Wack niggas throw in the towel
Terrible rappers should give up.


I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
I'm always eager and hungry for more success.


Cash rules everything around me
Money is the most important thing in life.


So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds
I'm going to keep making money, lots of it.


I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
I'm like the villainous wolf from the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and I've killed your grandmother.


Even though I'm in Mexico
Despite my current location, I'm still a hardcore New Yorker.


I rep New York like Plexico
I strongly represent and identify with New York, just like football player Plexico Burress.


Switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
I'm so versatile that I can change my name and celebrate different holidays.


Lewinsky bitches, young money Monica
I have a lot of women and they're all like Monica Lewinsky, and they're all part of Young Money.


I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
I've been a great rapper since I was as popular as Sonic the Hedgehog.


So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
Can I have a drink, preferably tonic water?


I mean Tonka, That's the truck bitches
Nevermind, I meant Tonka trucks.


Fuck you and fuck all of you fuck bitches
I hate all of you and I don't want to be around you.


Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
In fact, I want more enjoyment in my life.


And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape
I'll violently harm you and take away your happiness.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, JARVIS MILLS, CARL WATTS, LAVELL CRUMP, CARL LILLY, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ

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