Oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh

Because I walk this way yo that don't mean a thing,
Don't have to say a thing everytime a talk this way,
Aye yo, it's me being me an I'm just doing my thing,
Don't have to counter-act to every fool wid something to say,
Just embrace this an play this-the quickness crusaders,
The mix is outrageous-the thick is contageous,
So be free an try to speak with the freedom of speech,
Cause we speak clear for suburbia street.

These suburbia streets be one hell of a place,
behind those palace gates, be the familiar face
of those men moaning bout paying suburbian rates,
and that girl in her car with the personalised plates,
That lady in lace, collecting her mail,
while her husband waits by the door, watching his girl, watching me next door, watching his girl, as we chuckle to ourselves and exchange a smile, now come on

Suburbia streets, man a o hit this track open
an i rap for those surroundin my habitat hoping
in the darkness theres a light so spark this,
an all through the night we stay tight regardless.
An artist I is, free to speak free to roam
an we all around the globe but I still know where my home is,
Safe for childsplay, an theres minimal homeless,
If I had my way nothing would change, you know this.

Because I walk this way yo that don't mean a thing,
Don't have to say a thing everytime a talk this way,
Aye yo, it's me being me an I'm just doing my thing,
Don't have to counter-act to every fool wid something to say,
Just embrace this an play this-the quickness crusaders,
The mix is outrageous-the thick is contageous,
So be free an try to speak with the freedom of speech,
Cause we speak clear for suburbia street.

Suburbia is packed wid all dem cats you'd like to know,
We got high profile in middle class style
money's a problem everywhere you go.
When you walk the streets at night don't stress
the creak in sneakers step, nobody's speaking the people
are peeking on weekend, the vibes alive an so we let it be known.

Kick'n it home grown in the unknown an all on my own,
Murrey mixed wid jackie papers,
Skylines of sky-scrapers,
these vapours have got me vacant
like theres no one at home,
but I got the esscence an the prescence,
to get me in the zone.
We are the glue of the city,
thats why we holding it down,
Wid out the crew, yal have no clue
an yal be floating around.
Leave the pressure behind
this is the dawn of a new day,
be awake aint no mistake
because I walk this way.

Because I walk this way yo that don't mean a thing,
Don't have to say a thing everytime a talk this way,
Aye yo, it's me being me an I'm just doing my thing,
Don't have to counter-act to every fool wid something to say,
Just embrace this an play this-the quickness crusaders,
The mix is outrageous-the thick is contageous,
So be free an try to speak with the freedom of speech,
Cause we speak clear for suburbia street.

My street, my hood
Sights an sounds so familiar now
in a million towns- it's silly
I'm willing to lay down an disappear,
Like gorilla warfare,
Kicking in my cortez,
Jus as long as it's here,
Jus another civilian chilling up on my door step,
Jus another millioneer rollin up in a corvet
Jus another feelin I'm gettin from steamed corguettes,
Family dinners- brand new porch sets.

We gotta crew that run deep, street hustlers to band geeks, architects to police, no need for no beef, We got singers & rappers clapping to those who bang beats, Them cats who lose sleep so the Fast can succeed, Hell im feeling this place, cards out, dealing the ace, pleading my case, BY to the silly C games, everyboby in Suburbia be killing for a piece of this and that, everybody gone be coming back,

Because I walk this way yo that don't mean a thing,
Don't have to say a thing everytime a talk this way,
Aye yo, it's me being me an I'm just doing my thing,
Don't have to counter-act to every fool wid something to say,
Just embrace this an play this-the quickness crusaders,
The mix is outrageous-the thick is contageous,
So be free an try to speak with the freedom of speech,
Cause we speak clear for suburbia street.

Talk Box – Welcome to Suburbia, where we do what we do.
Welcome to Suburbia, come on down


Lyrics submitted by painful.bliss

Suburbia Streets Lyrics as written by Brad Devcich Moon Calhoun

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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