Lyrics:
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
ain't on my level
We showed the city love in a new car
I showed my ass off like I'm City Girls
I blew his head off tryna show
Off for a pretty girl
I'm
on the east side of the city and it was very cold, rainy, sleeting sort of Christmas eve weather and the fire spread very fast, I believe it was started by
my thing cause I don't give a shit
How you niggas wanna swing
You can get touched
Cause none wanna mess with us
I call your bluff
Cause y'all just be
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
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,
of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em
But no I don't because I don't be having fun
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
It
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be
Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E, I be forever thuggin baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth
Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth
I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah,
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
cook
Who on the stove now
Pooty Tang flow, I could make a hit with no sound
Bottom row flow don't be blinded by the gold crowns
Ghetto got more
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
They said I ain't a threat
But now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n' spend the rest
N I would a been broke like
Y'all if I
Ferny Mac on the beat and it's Marx on the mic
Guaranteed to give you what you like
So if all y'all are feeling nice
Somebody say izz riiight
Martin
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
Whore-y when I get it like this
And this is how we do it uh
You know the flow is hella
Funny with the swag bunny
Chillin' with the team
This is how we do it
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
of the city
No cap
The ville in my hand like frisbee
Bow after bow so much money it's starting to feel just like christmas
Whole lotta cookies and turkey bags
is you I wanted by my side
I’m sorry, I prolly didn’t catch the last train to your city
Guilt trippin’, the way I done made you cry a lot
Yet we could
keeping me from fittin' in
Why do I feel safer on stage than in my own living room
My grandma say that if I leave my drink I shouldn't sip again
Ooh this
chicken (why?)
Suburban, her toe pretty (ayy)
You a nerd, I uphold the city (yeah)
Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (skrrt)
You get lost, hope you
yung ni****wild and they vicous
Light yo ass up like a tree when its christmas
He tryna catch him a body
Draco gone kick like karate
All of my
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