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- Composer:
- Robert Smith
 
- See also:
Ali - Crucial lyrics
These streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 I keep the same flock, treat 'em good
 They mind right, and take 'em out the hood
 Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though
 Buy 'em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough
 Like presents, she worked at the liquor store
 So I don't pay for blunts or them bottles of more
 She got the hookup, she loves to bone
 She love the way the new Q sittin' on chrome
 She love the way the hood, talk about it
 How it used to be rowdy, calmed down and got bout it
 I can't doubt it, it's deep more than just sexin'
 It's conversation buildin' the earth based on lessons
 Pussy ain't shit without a brain behind it
 Got these queens actin' like hoes simple-minded
 Never overzealous, I gasp at what a lady tell us
 Keep it peace to God, love Allah, never fellas
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 I keep the same flock, treat 'em good
 They mind right, and take 'em out the hood
 Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though
 Buy 'em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough
 Like moon she conservative, stackin' the funds
 Manage foot locker so I keep air force ones
 We sit and talk, net game, net lost
 Portfolio, she a broker I bought
 Two cribs in Spanish lake, one in Burlington down
 She put me on at no fees, just me aroundAli - Crucial - http://motolyrics.com/ali/crucial-lyrics.html
 It's sufficient, ate your momma diva in the kitchen
 Veggie burger with cabbage, fresh water lavish
 She study and meditate, part-time student
 Work a lot, only I can hit the spot
 I'm showin' self-control, controllin' my soul
 Easy come, easy go, but all women ain't hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 I keep the same flock, treat 'em good
 They mind right, and take 'em out the hood
 Fuck a new ho, I keep it real though
 Buy 'em new clothes and shit, but, um, no dough
 Like crane that's my boo, I got nothin' but love
 She got a fat ass she work at the gentlemen's club
 Straight freaky, straight kinky, straight wild
 She like to ride but she love dogs with style
 Only if her son ain't home, even though we grown
 That's somethin' she want him to come to on his own
 So we do a lot at radisson and embassy suites
 Sometimes we don't make it, end up in the backseat
 She go to fontbonne, low cuts to class
 Keeps the boys horny, and the faculty mad
 But it's real with me, do you I got the back
 'Cause me and you connectin', it's hard to find that
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes
 Oh, these streets, is way too crucial
 I just don't know, 'bout fuckin' with new hoes












