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Fulton St. Lyrics By Leschea

    he be rollin’ in his jeep
    cruisin’ down on fulton street
    sometimes he bring food to eat
    for his homies living on the street
    just about the other week
    i bumped into him on the street
    and he didn’t even stop to speak
    that’s what he did on fulton street

    oh i been creeping ’round the way
    peepin’ your 4 x 4 everyday
    wishing that you would notice me
    and never did i dream
    swing your fat jeep ’round my way
    cell phone check me every day
    and now i think of you and me
    when i think of fulton street

    you dropped the 40 out your hand
    you said you wanna be my man
    and we were swingin’ to a slow jam
    swingin’ to a slow jam
    you dropped the 40 out your hand
    you said you wanna be my man
    and i’m the one you wanna be
    cruisin’ with on fulton street

    last night i went to fulton street
    where brothers big get up to me
    and guys don’t don’t even step to me
    cuz they know how you live and be
    and i been rolling here and there
    the jeep is marked with fatass gear
    fantasy’s reality
    much respect to you baby

    i used to creep around the way
    peepin’ your 4 x 4 every day
    wishing that you would notice me
    and never did i dream
    swing your fat jeep ’round my way
    cell phone check me everyday
    and now i think of you and me
    when i think of fulton street

    you dropped the 40 out your hand
    you said you wanna be my man
    swingin’ to a slow jam
    swingin’ to a slow jam
    you dropped the 40 out your hand
    you said you want to be my man
    and i’m the one you wanna be
    cruisin’ with on fulton street

    and i been rolling here and there
    it seems i couldn’t find you anywhere
    but there you are
    so close but yet so far

    and finally it’s you and me
    and this is how it’s spose to be
    cruisin’ down on fulton street
    cruisin’ down on fulton street

    i used to creep around the way
    peepin’ your 4 x 4 every day
    wishing that you would notice me
    and never did i dream
    you’d swing your fat jeep ’round my way
    cell phone check me every day
    and now i think of you and me
    when i think of fulton street

    when i think of fulton street
    when i think of fulton street

    Artist: Leschea

    Year: 1997

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 199