's wife Yeah she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girlfriends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade
so deep inside the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when my vacant staring caught them gaily parading up and down the street
forever The hood that I seein', it won't get no betta Until Armageddon goes down, it's not a legend It's kinda hard to view paradise But if you just
winnina?? it) Big upa??s to all of my hustlers While the globe spinnina??, it aina??t time to sleep Break me off a piece of that paradise pie a??Til the
off a piece of that paradise pie 'Til the day I die, I'ma represent my peeps Hit up food from all of this Somebody sneak they piece Nothin' but heat for the streets
wanted to get away The city was too gray for us We slept through the blue skies Under clouds of the duvet And the streets were all to straight for us A parade
in its place in your You got love in its place In its own time and space You got love in its place in your Little Paradise Little Paradise Little Paradise Little Paradise Little Paradise Little Paradise
Turn this up a little louder now Turn this up a little louder now Turn it up Ladies and gents you're tuned to the sound of Carlos Santana Since supernatural
That new ways erase, nothing stays the same And now you've even changed your name Forever I'll remember as I pass by on the train Streets of Paradise
Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it Coolin' in Miami one summer day Drivin' down the streets along the bay My girls' hair's blowin' in the breeze
other school, plain destitute Just a little too guilty Just a little too soon But that day was just like any other day No work and no pay I knew that paradise
life, sunshine and paradise All night I wanna give it to you Island life, sunshine and paradise Every night I'm gonna give it to you Island life, sunshine and paradise
Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down, the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street
I ain't got you I got a house full of Rembrandt and priceless art And all the little girls they wanna tear me apart When I walk down the street people
had to listen I had this reoccurring dream from the stage, in a suit with a fade I had set the game a blaze, and they threw me a parade I stacked a little
, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
rounds spent The lifestyle is a thousand miles from a minister A small con game with something far more sinister Peer pressure got him moving faster A paradise
lies is high And you?re supplying it Truth is brutal and it consumes you if you let it Type that in your little away message and send it Keep singing
