You wish you could brag about me I know you hate to bite your tongue when your friends ask about me Don't want no other bitch that's bad around me Know their intentions, you not around to keep the bad from 'round me (They can't break my heart) How can they break it when you have it You like my vice and my habit you like, Twice the woman of all these women and I can't stand it I get enticed then I vanish like, "I'm busy tonight so let's replan it" I mean What else do I do when I'm tired of being tied up with these loose ends Then I'm tired of being at home saying I need new friends Saying I need new hoes, oh I guess I got the New Street Blues I guess I got the New Street Blues Applying pressure 'cause you want my last name (name) You ain't gotta trip we on the same page (page) Kiss you from your head down to your waist Not gon' front for no one love your taste Frontin' on nobody but yourself (self yeah) What we got baby don't need no help We don't measure love, we break the scale See 'em hate they wish we go to hell I guess I got the New Street Blues (I guess I got) I guess I got the New Street Blues I got I guess I got Blues