Lyrics:
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Hot flows tinted windows on a hooptie
They pull up to the scene they all know it's me
Cash flow picking up my doe through my city
They pull up
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
he was kinda hip
He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city
And then one day, he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star
he was kinda hip
He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city
And then one day, he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood, to become a star
can flood the city
Tryn to weigh my sack they dont put enough digits on a scale
I got the strongest in the city and we get it by the bale
Might think im
that hover
I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker
(don't stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you'd be
Like "I could
Everybody getting high this my type of-
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher
Than Bob Marley
but no food stamps
(Once we get the cramps)
They'll give you jobs
But there's no place, still by the ramps
Christmastime in Motor City
But things
[Cos.m.i.c]
Loop Troop 99' David vs. Goliath
CosM.I.C, Supreme, Promoe, DJ Embee
Check it out! (What?)
Hated by everyone
(There is no way that we
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
It's not a souvenir it's a depiction of the city
And long after I'm gone this place will rot and rust
Spills my spirit over the floor and remember me by
ears hear us now
[Soup]
I put the Bob in the Bob Diddy
Spit it for y'all city
Use what Allah give me
Flip it if y'all wit me
Kinda black kinda
circles, you can take it from me
His shadow begs for mercy that every lost and found
In city after city, town after town
Tortured by the memory
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
Call them foes
Stealing flows
That they got from us
What
We coming through your city with lots of lust
Get the dough get ya hoes then we knock them
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in a city streets
That's all I ever heard from my
I leave her in the hotel
Like oh well
She askin where her panties went
I can't tell
I'm on the way like RTA's
The rivy way
I rep the city all
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