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Fulton St.

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Fulton St. was released on December 31, 1996 by Rhino/Warner Records as a part of the album Rhythm & Beats

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Leschea

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

A. Smith

Songwriter

D. Clear

Songwriter

D. Rivers

Songwriter

Gregory Marius

Songwriter

H. Marable

Songwriter

R. Wells

Songwriter

T. Riley

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Blaise Dupuy

Engineer

Nolan " Dr. No" Moffitte

Nolan " Dr. No" Moffitte

Engineer

Ase One

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

He be rollin' in his jeep

Cruising down on Fulton St.

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

[Verse 2]

Oh, I've been creeping 'round the way

Peeping your four-by-four everyday

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 St.

[Verse 3]

You dropped the forty 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 forty out your hand

You said you wanna be my man

And I'm the one you wanna be

Cruising with on Fulton St.

[Verse 4]

Last night I went to Fulton St.

Where brothers make it up to me

And guys don't even step to me

'Cause they know how you live and be

And I been rolling here and there

The jeep is marked with fat ass gear

Fantasy's reality

Much respect to you, baby

[Verse 5]

I used to creep around the way

Peeping your four-by-four everyday

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 St.

[Verse 6]

You dropped the forty out your hand

You said you wanna be my man

Swingin' to a slow jam

Swingin' to a slow jam

You dropped the forty out your hand

You said you wanna be my man

And I'm the one you wanna be

Cruising with on Fulton St.

[Verse 7]

And I've 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 supposed to be

Cruising down on Fulton St.

Cruising down on Fulton St.

[Verse 8]

I used to creep around the way (Around my way)

Peeping your four-by-four everyday

Wishing that you would notice me

And never did I dream

You'd 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 St.

[Verse 9]

When I think of Fulton St.

When I think of Fulton St.

[Verse 10]

Doin' my FILAs in my FILA suit

Yo, I got FILA sneakers

FILA shirts

Jeans

Sweatsuits

I got FILA velours

Tennis skirts

Headbands

[Verse 11]

FILA baseball caps

Got the visors

I got FILA socks

I got FILA knapsacks

I even got FILA luggage

[Verse 12]

Got a FILA watch

FILA shades

Umbrellas

Seats

Yo, I got FILA earrings

Down to the FILA underwear

Damn, shorty FILA down

Doin' my FILAs in my FILA suit

Written by: A. Smith, D. Clear, D. Rivers, Gregory Marius, H. Marable, R. Wells, T. Riley

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