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Night Job

J. Cole

Night Job

2015

I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us
See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up
They can't call us bandits no more

Foreign whips, we roll out
I'm iced up and I'm gold out
If you ask about us, they'll tell you
Them young niggas, they on now
My city gon' blow my city gon'

Check
Back home, fresh up off the road, back in Philadel
Stories told, heard they album sold, I can't really tell
Trapsoul, fresh up off the stove,

Big City Girls

Blues Traveler

Suzie Cracks the Whip

2012

down to New Orleans

You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan

Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my

I want
Know I got it by the letter
Solid gold rings
Diamond chains what I wear ya
All because I want
Bling Bling did I tell ya
Making money rain
From

From the golds in my teeth
To the concrete beneath my feet
I love you Miami
I do like the Atlas
Put my city on the map
City of taking a loss
And than you

the city
They might say, oh what a pity
They might want dope
There might be a whole bunch of people like me
You've got gold in your face
Tell us a story

Atlantic City

The Band

Ties That Bind: The Best of Levon Helm 1975-1996

1999

And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put

The city be snoring, want that platinum and gold
And my jewelry so wet like it's pouring I don't smoke unless that shit bold
And they claiming they real, but

about taking you overseas, ain't hanging locally
Get on the road for me, you're gold to me

Now I dream about midnight summers in the city of love
(Yeah,

What you know about them city blocks?
Ah Ah 
What you know about them city blocks?
Ah Ah 
What you know about them city blocks?
Midnight not a fright

on my late night cabaret
Taxis stream by a river of yellow gold Lost in the rhythm, stories yet untold
City lights, hypnotizing hold A million stories,

slaughter niggas
I'm tell you nigga my city real
Tats all on our body
Thugged out we rocking golds
It's them niggas 912
C-Pote you know the code
And we

the Midas touch
Got gold diggers looking at my fine wrist watch
Even got the restaurant to fine dine this fox
Better call me by my name that's right it's

an electric feel
By Flaneuring through the city
Seeing changes and expressing society through music
I'm also known as both Icarus and Sisyphus in this chapter

Atlantic City

The Band

Jericho

1993

And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put

control
There's signs I can't deny
Every time we get high
I see you by my side
I walk this dirty road
I came for you before

This gold city sore my throat

8 Million Stories

Kurtis Blow

Ego Trip

1984

featuring Run D.M.C. 



(intro) 

There are 8 million stories in the naked city 



8 million stories (x4) 



(verse one Kurtis blow)

fresh
Pharaoh being snitched on
Mickey Pharaoh will not accept the blame
Mickey Pharaoh made
Made you say Pharaoh 
Made my credit billionaire Brand 
Gold

pot of gold, gold, gold, oh oh oh
You remind me of those maple trees on Autumn roads
You remind me of the city when I'm far from home
You remind me

ich mich topfit, MM bleibt Block-Kid
Legend from the Block, Pumaletten sind top
Wie die Ketten aus Gold
Paranoia vor Cops, Trap-Haus wird zur Hot-Box

four gold
And we never used MTV we went up the back road
And built a fan base that's so behind the clown
That they'll tear your fuckin' city in have

whoa!
I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', I'm all through your city Like whoa!
Carolina's own
Got gold bars on my iPhone
You

AH e Dama
Ye a know say me a hustle for a long time
You know From Ghetto to City
Ei no me
From Ghetto to a real City
From Ghetto to a real City
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