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dj premier - our streets lyrics

[chorus: dj premier & a$ap ferg]
ferg, ferg
check it, check it, check it
pull up, pull up, pull up
yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(see this is harlem, these our streets)
turn the music back up
a$ap
let’s go

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
i got with primo, i’m just pressin’ the cheat code
we on a new level with the c-notes
i’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
and n-gg-s stay strapped like girbauds
t-nice with me week to week though
life was different when they got him for that r.i.c.o
for a couple kilos
coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to cannes
couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in france
got leonardo dough, catch me if you can
we had to k!ll beijing and next j-pan, man
this beat hot, i could catch a tan
my demographic in l.a. all mexican
i love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
so every time i get a chance, i’ma bless the fam
what up, what up?

[chorus: dj premier & a$ap ferg]
check it, check it, check it
pull up, pull up, pull up
yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(see this is harlem, these our streets)
turn the music back up
a$ap
check it, check it, check it
pull up, pull up, pull up
yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(see this is harlem, these our streets)
turn the music back up
a$ap

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
done went to africa, talked to the have-nots
donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
primo put the soul in it, i make the track hot
and this thing forever, got the game in a padlock
i just want somethin’ real, i’m tired of the -ss shots
don’t wanna go to the club, i’m tired of them trap spots
my generation’s stuck on stupid
showin’ guns on the ‘gram, but no one use it
sometimes i feel like i’m about to lose it
because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
it’s me, the f-e-r to the f-ckin’ g
my bars is gang starr, n-body can f-ck with me
rest in peace guru, n-body can f-ck with he
you rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your f-ckin’ dream

[outro: a$ap ferg]
a$ap
a$ap
a$ap

- dj premier lyrics

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