streets of frisko

up and down the streets of Frisco we be on like it's a disco up and down these streets of Frisco they got beat hooked to their motorcycle I pull up on you tell you let's go You jump in my ride roll up the window limitent to conceal the game stay laughing at your bitch cuz she's so lame You can keep her move on your way it's the reaper so you better pray Hit the court yeah it's time to play and in the bedroom do what I say now lik this coochie like you my slave or go out scheming and dig that grave up and down these streets of Frisco we b on like it's a disco up and down the streets of Frisco they got the beats on motorcyclesn what's the point of crime if you're no good you'd be free if you done like you should Maybe someday my love will return and I'll tell everybody it's time to burn then send them home so I can burn this love release this tension like a dove candle too a flame without you it's not the same I just found my one true mate now he waiting for a court date