Lyrics:
even if I'm noddin'
Tony Montana by the restaurant and tell the truth that I was lying B
Central Business District nig'let
Central Business District
having conversations with LA Confidential
Spittin' crack, down to Crack
While he's in New York Central
A soldier reloading ammo
I'm rippin' out the bando
out, shoot down at the ground, make em jump
Fuck it, shoot all at his chest and make him krump
I'm from the Central District, opps say the city dump,
on the underground
District to Central, Mile end
London is not my friend and
District to Central, Mile end
District to Central, Mile end
London it is not my friend
(What you saying)
Yeah it's so hard to get there woah
I get central piccadily district
Hammersmith and city with it
Circle and jubilee i'm Just
Riding
States as Congress votes yet again to increase subsidies for corn syrup.
And finally, another passenger jet exploded due to a manufacturing defect. When
I'm a valley boy and cali boy is all I know
Central California's where I call home
That's where I call home
This Cali lifestyle's in my blood and my
Picture the district in eighty six
When black employment niggas was eighty sixed
Never fixed and everything popping is negligent
Arrogant I'm barely
spotted
We got 'em
Breaking news this morning coming out of the vocal manufacturing district
Indicate local funk fugitive Father Time has been detained
it (mm mm)
Get with the source with this chip
Who′s on badness
I′m all for the mischief
One call and he's missing quay
By the lake side district
They
Amazon warehouse
No humans were involved in manufacturing, packaging or delivering this product
Rest assured, it is virus and bacteria free because even in
the atmosphere cnd it's making it hard to grow food down there
In South and Central cmerica
cnd you probably won't change his mind
But at least the other people
to make amendment on the new fucking central
It was badly bent up, shine light set on my head
With a cup, this is individuality
Force fed to you, this is
like Master
Faster ghost like Casper
Man Of Steel hangin' & bangin' in yo' district
Never get it twisted I'm lifted, gifted
Like Steel hard
Making profits off the drugs they sell out
But see I'm calling it out
Because I truly do doubt
That Central Park is the place where these drugs up
Warn the town the beast is loose
Conflicts with night sticks
Illegal sales districts
Hand-picked lunatics, keep poli-TRICK-cians rich
Heretics push
don't listen cause
A lot of niggas lie
Rule 1 gotta get gotta flip
Gotta find your position
While you in a south central state of mind
Another Nip Hussle
Hey momma, pick up the phone
I’m calling /I’m balling
Locked in Brooklyn central booking
That’s right I got caught
Just drinking /Just smoking
Melrose Avenue
Then I saw you again
And we drove away as far as we can
Oh I got the Sunset Blues
Ain't got nothing to lose
Passed Grand Central Station
the middle of another war
It all goes in cycles
It's crazy revisiting this song
I wrote that last verse living in the Central District
Only Black family on my
everybody can't go
Downtown diamond district, jewelers like
"Yo, Hussle holler at me, I got Cubans on the low"
Flew to Cancun, smoking Cubans on the boat
Central Park, The Village
And the Brooklyn Bridges
The hottest shoes in the world the Fashion District
Still my favorite place in the Empire State is in
divided into districts
Marked with black and yellow cones
I wanna get my head around your
One-way systems
Well I'm stuck on the ring road, marooned
But one thing 'bout me
I don't want no favors that you could potentially hang over me
Only thing a nigga want free is my dawg Correy C
South Central
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