Lyrics:
done
Actually read the manual, some of which would resemble small city telephone books if printed
For some mysterious reason I unfailingly assume that
Compton ain't kinda cool
Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views
Countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move
I hope this shit
All the time
With the women in the city
I be on they mind all the time
Women in the
City
Yo, sí
I be losing my mind all the time
With the women in
they said enough
What we talking is ahead ya
If it ain’t talking money like a register
Whatever u talking won’t register
Watching America’s dream sit
cameras
Balling like fuck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated to manager
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on Brickell, we got
to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
to smoke herb, I followed them when they ran numbers
So in a sense I was Rosemary's baby
And then, I learned the difference between a bitch and a lady
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)
We run from red and blue lights to get the green
But whoever got that
To teachers I'm just another child
To IRS I'm just another file
I'm just another consensus on the street
Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down
credit up
Had to put in these numbers cause' they ain't credit us
I'm just hoping it registers
All this cash here I'm in front of the register
All this
Somebody get me Phoebe Bridgers number
Maybe the address of the bridge you trolls is living under
Way we blow the spot, we not the Oklahoma City
still murder mics
In the city where you from
You made it from the slum
Now they're acting like you over
You mean you gotta give em some
Park your Caddy
still murder mics
In the city where you from
You made it from the slum
Now they're acting like you over
You mean you gotta give em some
Park your Caddy
register, workin' to death for zero figures
Another number in the system not makin' an interger
Afflicted recollections, addictions acicular
Life lessons
Pedals flowing from below
The trees are what I call my home
Starting taking names and numbers
Working in the rain and the thunder
I remember I was
[Redman:]
When she pulled up, I was like wow
My name red and I like your style
Take my number and put me on file
Call me if you ain't freak in
and leech and file
I'm just a number riding solo in the code
Electric embers will ignite
I'm just another lonely nomad on the road
I'm a ghost in the city
this very special product
From everybody's favorite number-one
Rated salesman, circa 1997
Mighty proud to say it! Mighty
Proud to say it!
Yes, I'm mighty
lick, itch, itchin' for a lick
Ayy
Cash man, give me all the money in the register
Backhand, I can knock competitors or federal
Black man number
know though
Me and Bono, minus Gina, we like Tony and Manolo
Your dough short as Frodo
I'm at the register like what's the total (what's that?)
Since
Yeah... what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
inside our file
You're not so free to be so unprotected
A secret Mona Lisa hides behind her smile
This is no direction
Prepare for the city
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
still wonder what I'll do
You know why they call me Khenji
Cause I kick it kung fu
Fu B****
Since I'm Top 2
let me give out top two tips
Number one
Never
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