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a little food on too You could ask the Joneses, I could ask the Thompsons Stuart from the store and don't forget the Johnsons And what about the man who
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga) Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon Let's go, let's go If you
be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 'cause me and my clique we don't give a f*** n****. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets
'Cause me and my clique we don't give a fuck nigga (we don't give a fuck nigga) Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil' Jon Let's go, let's go If you
I want to take you down to the side of the city Where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty The slow train crawls in the nights
right I had to take a chance Leave the city on my diddy tryna make a band Young nigga Got the world in my hands Lil fish in a big pond Pissed cuz I
a wanted man in Buffalo I'm a wanted man in Kansas City, I'm a wanted man in Ohio I'm a wanted man in Mississippi, They want me in old Cheyenne Wherever you
I been just playin all the cards I was dealt Man my city ain't give me no options I get litty with chicks that be showing me titties And saying I'm
Magic Johnson I mmmm… time, man I never rap to find the gas I know the fans is kinda mad No "Bow! Bow!" or loud sounds - I guess my conscious timing bad
dark My party full of n***as with an iron like Stark I learned how to ball as yute at the arc uh Dwayne Johnson, we came up from the rock I put the fear
the clouds Deep in thought Mind your hours Provoking the truth Like Umar Johnson in hidden colors Yeah Putting nails in our coffins We empty souls Moving
This song explains how the artist feels… Don't know how I feel for real Driving down the city in a brand new Dodge Not evade, I'm talking hemi,
while I'm workin Nine to nine Motown legend, what they callin' me Step up in the city, groupie bitches just surroundin' me It's been a minute, just let
in a thousand hours now we getting paid off About to bust in your house, kick back on your couch like I'm Rick James Johnson Now a days I feel like I
helps me get over The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music I'm from a small city, but I have big dreams Had some good ideas, but I had
you could live with me, ask Magic Johnson I enter your body with only one assumed mission That's only to break down your immune system Become sick
Tim Johnson, Mr. 305 Remix, Nicole De los Pussycat Dolls, ¿cómo? Mami, tú estás como el bistec a la plancha Tú sabes cómo, pshh Ooh what you
They leave the city behind us Straight out of Compton You need a compass to find us Waters that blue when people Called me "your highness" prince
her Tonight she let her hair hang down She's up there singin' "Funky Town" Barry came down from New York City He's singing "In Color" and it isn't
city I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me) Anywhere, any day, andale I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (a few
waitin' in the hood for so long (so long) For some niggas to stand up in here We some soldiers and we have no fear Mrs. Catherin Johnson was murdered
were wrong Many more than one hundred and Forty-four will come along Could this be the end of time man of my city Many artist beg for they shine
on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can do outside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no
on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can do outside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no
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