Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Friday night live, city glowin' like a show,
Music in the air, bass knockin' through the doors.
Niggas in the alley, dice rollin' for the bread,
Some lookin' for a lick, some duckin' from the feds.
Cars lined up, engines revvin', paint drippin',
Bad ones struttin', thick thighs, chain swingin'.
Whiskey in my cup, and my pockets on swole,
A couple blues in my grip, I ain't worried 'bout a toll.
Side street deep, whole squad outside,
City too lit, it ain't nowhere to hide.
I just hit a quick move, threw a stack in the sky,
Then I heard a few shots, so we dipped to the side.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Bar full of players, everybody throwin' bands,
Some throwin' peace, some throwin' up they hands.
Streetlights flicker, got a cold-ass breeze,
Some came for a vibe, some came to make cheese.
Chain still tucked, but the money still flash,
In a place full of sharks, gotta swim, gotta splash.
City don't sleep, but the streetlights fade,
If you ain't built for the night, better stay where you lay.
Patrols slide slow, but they ain't stoppin' nothin',
Crowd gettin' louder, now the drummers start drummin'.
Whole block rockin', whole scene like a movie,
M-Town gold, but the night still moody.
Beale Street glowin', lights flick like a show,
Some here for the love, some here for the dough.
Some here for the flex, some here for the smoke,
Some here for the vibes, some here for a post.
Me? I'm here for the night, 'til the sun come alive,
'Til the money run dry, 'til the vibe say bye.
'Til the DJ cut the beat, 'til the shots start to ring,
'Til the streets clear out, 'til the next Friday swing.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
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Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Friday night live, city glowin' like a show,
Music in the air, bass knockin' through the doors.
Niggas in the alley, dice rollin' for the bread,
Some lookin' for a lick, some duckin' from the feds.
Cars lined up, engines revvin', paint drippin',
Bad ones struttin', thick thighs, chain swingin'.
Whiskey in my cup, and my pockets on swole,
A couple blues in my grip, I ain't worried 'bout a toll.
Side street deep, whole squad outside,
City too lit, it ain't nowhere to hide.
I just hit a quick move, threw a stack in the sky,
Then I heard a few shots, so we dipped to the side.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Bar full of players, everybody throwin' bands,
Some throwin' peace, some throwin' up they hands.
Streetlights flicker, got a cold-ass breeze,
Some came for a vibe, some came to make cheese.
Chain still tucked, but the money still flash,
In a place full of sharks, gotta swim, gotta splash.
City don't sleep, but the streetlights fade,
If you ain't built for the night, better stay where you lay.
Patrols slide slow, but they ain't stoppin' nothin',
Crowd gettin' louder, now the drummers start drummin'.
Whole block rockin', whole scene like a movie,
M-Town gold, but the night still moody.
Beale Street glowin', lights flick like a show,
Some here for the love, some here for the dough.
Some here for the flex, some here for the smoke,
Some here for the vibes, some here for a post.
Me? I'm here for the night, 'til the sun come alive,
'Til the money run dry, 'til the vibe say bye.
'Til the DJ cut the beat, 'til the shots start to ring,
'Til the streets clear out, 'til the next Friday swing.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Friday night live, city glowin' like a show,
Music in the air, bass knockin' through the doors.
Niggas in the alley, dice rollin' for the bread,
Some lookin' for a lick, some duckin' from the feds.
Cars lined up, engines revvin', paint drippin',
Bad ones struttin', thick thighs, chain swingin'.
Whiskey in my cup, and my pockets on swole,
A couple blues in my grip, I ain't worried 'bout a toll.
Side street deep, whole squad outside,
City too lit, it ain't nowhere to hide.
I just hit a quick move, threw a stack in the sky,
Then I heard a few shots, so we dipped to the side.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Bar full of players, everybody throwin' bands,
Some throwin' peace, some throwin' up they hands.
Streetlights flicker, got a cold-ass breeze,
Some came for a vibe, some came to make cheese.
Chain still tucked, but the money still flash,
In a place full of sharks, gotta swim, gotta splash.
City don't sleep, but the streetlights fade,
If you ain't built for the night, better stay where you lay.
Patrols slide slow, but they ain't stoppin' nothin',
Crowd gettin' louder, now the drummers start drummin'.
Whole block rockin', whole scene like a movie,
M-Town gold, but the night still moody.
Beale Street glowin', lights flick like a show,
Some here for the love, some here for the dough.
Some here for the flex, some here for the smoke,
Some here for the vibes, some here for a post.
Me? I'm here for the night, 'til the sun come alive,
'Til the money run dry, 'til the vibe say bye.
'Til the DJ cut the beat, 'til the shots start to ring,
'Til the streets clear out, 'til the next Friday swing.
Beale Street, baby, lights glowin' on the strip,
Whole city out, yeah, we pull up and we lit.
Bottles get popped, money rain, take a sip,
M-Town wild, better watch where you slip.
Beale Street, baby, got the thugs and the dealers,
OGs posted, got the hustlers and the hitters.
Niggas in the mix, couple gold-diggin' queens,
If you ain't from the M, better watch how you lean.
Writer: Nathan Burroughs
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid