Reegy Beegy - Clean Streets, Tidy Sheets Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Streets hot, bullets fly, chaos in the concrete,
Pistol on my hip while I mop up the hallway neat.
Got the gang rep, respect on these avenues,
Glock spit fire, but I vacuum with attitude.
Enemies duckin' when I cruise in the Impala,
But never miss a spot with my Swiffer and my polish.
Life in the fast lane, but my home's pristine,
Tough on the block, but my crib's a gleam machine.

[Verse 2]
Deal goin' dirty but my counters stay clean,
Scrubbin' bloodstains while I'm countin' up the green.
Ruthless in the alley, merciless across the railways,
Dustin' off the shelves after pulling off a melee.
Cuttin' throats and cuttin' veggies, I'm a chef with the steel,
Disinfect the crime scene, then prep a five-course meal.
Mischief in the darkness, violence in the gloom,
But in the light, I'm Lysol with the mop and broom.

[Chorus]
I'm a street dawg, domestic god, blendin' day and night,
Shootin' up the block while I keep my floors a'right.
Squeaky-clean kitchens and a record got no flaws,
Killer in the alley but I keep a spot-free cause.

[Verse 3]
Enemies tremble when I lace up them boots,
Spray 'em down quick, then I wipe down the suits.
Throwin' molotovs, settin' fire to rival crews,
But bleachin' out the aftermath, my floors sparkle too.
Gang life grime but my countertops don't know,
Sippin' Henny, still swifferin', right after a show.
Fast life, sharp knife, but them rooms got order,
Ain't a speck a dust from the ceiling to the border.

[Bridge]
Double life balance, that's how I roll,
Street crime seasons, domestic bliss soul.
Enemies vanish like the muck from my sink,
Scrubbin' out stains while my enemies blink.