Tanya Stephens - These Streets

You know, I can still remember when it was just me and you,
Suddenly it turn you and your crew,
Forget everything 'bout your boo.

I wish you woulda treat me like ya glock.
I woulda love it if you keep me pon cock.
I wish you woulda treat me like ya yacht.
Keep me wet, while the waves them a rock.

Why can't you stay 'pon me like the corner,
And keep your lips 'pon me like your marijuana.

I woulda love it if you treat me like a club,
Stay up inna me, whole night just a bump and grind and rock.

You don't understand, what your woman needs from her man,
While you deh 'pon di streets all the time,
Just bear this in mind, whoa-oa.

These streets, don't love you, like I do,
You need fi know that.
You wanna keep your woman lovin' you,
And you need fi show that.
The love we have it take so much effort fi build,
You about fi blow that.
But just like a played out jersey,
You about fi get throw back!

I wish you woulda treat me like a ounce.
Me know ya nah leggo that when yuh bounce.
Yesterday dey woman act boots like ya timbs.
Need fi act older than the size of ya rims.

I wish you woulda stay 'pon me like ya phone man,
And never leave the house wit out me like ya crome man.
Boy I wish you woulda treat me like ya whips,
Your girl's a perfect ten but your Benz them only a 5 and a 6.

You don't understand, what your woman needs from her man,
While you deh 'pon di streets all the time,
Just bear this in mind.

These streets, don't love you, like I do,
You need fi know that.
You wanna keep your woman lovin' you,
And you need fi show that.
The love we have it take so much effort fi build,
You about fi blow that.
But just like a played out jersey,
You about fi get throw back!

Now the Feds have them case, and they gavel up pound.
Me a look fi a familiar face, me nah see none around.
When ya call me collect and give me errands to do.
Mi nah see nah hot gal, me nah see none of your crew.

Government men seize everything, the G's everything,
And another baller dun take over the spot.
a run, trees everything the keys everything,
And ten calls a month is all you got.

Sayin', now you understand,
What I was tryin' to say to my man,
Why you dey an dere 'pon the grind, you shoulda bear this in mind.

The streets nah give a damn,
a just a place where ya peddle 'pon. (need fi know that)

You fall in love with the corner,
You can't say me never warn ya. (and ya need fi show that)

These streets don't love you like I do,
Yuh know these streets don't love you,
And oh these streets can't hug you.
These streets don't love you, like I do..

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