Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
At the bus stop, where the city breathes,
A beauty sits, among the autumn leaves.
Her eyes tell stories, a captivating gaze,
In this urban
Bad bitch right beside me
Gold dripping wet Poseidon
She got the body of a goddess
No matter what she said she ridin’
That’s why I fuck with her she
the new game not no revival
(Idol) Might be worthy of the title but I'm still no idol
I said I'm straight from the city they make me out to be shitty
I
the title track to the mix tape
The most important track on the mixtape kind of, but
But fucking like, I really wanna put it out there
'Cause you know it's
Richest in the city, really ain't no fuckin' with me (ain't no fuckin' with me)
Pointin' at you pussy niggas, ain't no pun intended (woo)
I done seen
Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar
I'm the bass to it
Walk to the speaker hold your face to it
Freezer
I'm 'bout to rip it straight
twister (yeah)
It's the now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?)
til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin' my thing
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
A SMILE
SUDDENLY I FELT A COLD BREEZE
SOMETHING HAD TAKEN HOLD OF ME
I FELT HIS HAUNTING PRESENCE NEAR
AND HEARD HIS MESSAGE LOUD AND CLEAR
(CHORUS)
OH
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
them birds
Ya heard me
Can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
Reposessed it from some of my
Greatest idols
You punk ass bitches is
of the Mississippi where old tales abide
In the Wonder City's heart we were determined to keep our pride
Past the house at Eight-1-2 now just memories and ash
Where we
she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'cause he was the champion, as the champion he was my
to get up so tall I stood
It's in the air
It's all too clear
My dreams are realized
Just look at the tears in my eyes
Yeah We up in the city
So tell me now
And we moved to Arizona
But just know a nigga do it for the town
Real niggas' in the city know
I hold the shit down for the
You know I do it for the town
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Manners isn't made for Gnar
Banner Hulk is who I are
Charming but alarming
Bandle City's my Jurassic Park
-From Diddy Kong, - (To the mighty Grodd)
(Hit
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
says that they can't get hold of me
Tell them niggas I'll be on the same blower
Who am I? The baddest MC that grime ever produced
The resident Eskimo
All the stars rotating in their canopy
Black gold, rolling in the hold
Back and forth, in time for every swell
Black gold, time would now unfold
banger last night called Kendall
I said I would always hold you down
'Cus being real it ain't new to me
My English lit but I was doing truancy
Gold zip
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
to hold my title
No I don't got friends but I got rivals
They gon follow me wherever I go
Girl I'll keep you safe just like at geico
Stress has got us
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
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