Lyrics:
You're banging the rocks at the old city docks
Poor boy poor boy poor boy poor boy
You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a look
It's
I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel
a mask, yeah don’t be stupid
Bright blue clouds flying right on by me
Hearing this song makes it so vi-bey
Upright freakin’ bass it’s awe poppin’
S.L.C.
father said through his wine blue teeth
Lighten up boy, drink with me
But my gut spoke up and it said flee
And so I fled down to the sea
I chased a girl
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
it but I ain’t know that was your wife
Cuz if I did I prolly woulda hit it twice
White Dave
Rollie lookin’ like the ice age
Goofy in my DM like babe
snoop crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be
though them days they thought yo boy was crazy
Used to love the library in those books I would bury
I Remember
I loved the month of December
Windy city
real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
(Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
When Jelly Roll demanded his name
Hail, King Porter
Well, the man responded "Porter King"
(Dig 'I'm)
By order
Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote
(pain)
Blood on the ground
They poisoned our organizations
Turned men to boys, instigated
Wars on our land with the Navy
Blue or your wet in red
'cause that shit is a must
(Down here) we break hearts and leave punks for dead
We don't claim the blue or red, 'cause our city is FED
(Down here) I'm
hard I try
I feel trapped in my big empire
All the lights are off to pay respect to me
Inside the city
Full of guards, was once a boy with only stars
and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I'm such a bad boy, P Diddy
We got them notorious
swoop
Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luthor (Lex Luth-ah)
But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti (gas fetti)
So I burnt her like Fast Freddy (Fast
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
Brought to you by Bigg Snoop Dogg
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
boy i'm on my way
(You know I made it) did it by myself
Mafucker don't need No Favours
When you grinding like this
Motherfuckers they supposed to hate
to show you I'm true
People say Warren where'd you get that speech
in the sandy city right down by the beach
speak, don't speak on, if you want to speak
And then don't shot cribs, they gon' give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon' come in, boy
I don't sleep on no beef
(We ain't sleeping
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