[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I'm always in the mood to get cheese (Cheese)
I'm always in the mood to get cheese
Make 'em freeze like "Cheese"
Make 'em stop where they at like "Freeze"
This the police, relax like at ease (At ease)
I'm a terrorist like, forget America
Blue collar bossing like corporate America
They tryna block my thoughts, I hush the fool
My money's all grown up like Rudy Huxtable
Everybody wants to be the next boss (Boss)
Everybody wants to be a gangster or mobster
A monster, when I was young, I was the monster
Who used to dump out in a smoke gray Mazda
My future seemed dim, there's no light at the end of the tunnel
Less of the stress, the pressure is tunneled
It's my thoughts, my intuition and my vision is tunneled
And my anger and resentment for existence is funneled
Through the streets

[Chorus: Tone Trezure]
The streetlights keep calling
I can see the mirrors falling
In front of my face I see hands reaching out for me
The wind blows so sadder
Whistles in the streets like chatter
If I don't take this chance
Fame may not come around again
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
The Willie Lynch syndrome, West Indies system
This is the syndrome, the system we live in
We gave up, we give in and stuck and relive it
It only takes a millisecond just to listen
(Listen, listen, listen)
Now how is this existing?
I'm looking in the mirror at the vision of resistance
My eyes start to tear 'cause the visions are consistent
Constantly I'm faced with the protocol persistent
That I need to get on my job 'cause jobs aren't existin'
The only jobs are jackin', robbin' or twistin'
The profit don't add up to what I'm riskin'
The anger of resentment of existence
Existin' in the streets

[Chorus: Tone Trezure]
The streetlights keep calling
I can see the mirrors falling
In front of my face I see hands reaching out for me
The wind blows so sadder
Whistles in the streets like chatter
If I don't take this chance
Fame may not come around again
The streetlights keep calling
I can see the mirrors falling
In front of my face I see hands reaching out for me
The wind blows so sadder
Whistles in the streets like chatter
If I don't take this chance
Fame may not come around again
The streetlights keep calling
I can see the mirrors falling
In front of my face I see hands reaching out for me
The wind blows so sadder
Whistles in the streets like chatter
If I don't take this chance
Fame may not come around again
[Refrain: Kurupt, Tone Trezure]
Again (Again)
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[Outro: Kurupt]
Sitting at the house, and I step outside my garage
And I'm just like, damn, you know, seems like the world's missing a little something, 'cause I know I am
I remember back in the days when I was posted with J. Dilla and them, man, in Detroit working on the first Slum Village album, he was doin' it real big
And, you know, I recollect on all of those things when I was making this album
And it's just like I felt like, hey, you know, I gots to come with something similar to what I already hit 'em with but a little different
When I got back with Snoop he introduced me to this young man named Terrace Martin, and uh, with time I found out that we're not that much different. We have the same goals and aspirations, and we have the same mind state
And it just so turned out also that, uh, he was from my neighborhood, and he was on the same page that I was, you know, growth
So as we put our heads together, man, you know, we made this classic album that we call Streetlights
And it was just like, damn, you know, I want something different but I want something the same—I want it all Intertwined into one