Lyrics:
cracking, Melbourne city shit, long-ass winters here
If I love her, I shall never mention it
When you're racing through my mind
It's your raceway and you
lone I'm done wit em
Sacking up a brick of gas I got a lick he a half
Meet me at the raceway serve em then I hit the gas
Ima young nigga I been at it
on my knees praying aloud
So mama, oh mama, don't let me down
Every year's like a raceway, I've ended it off on my own
Everything that I love's always
Yo, on a bop scale
They're flipping bops
I'm in your city ridin' dirty
I'm in your city ridin' dirty
I'm in your city ridin' dirty
I'm in your city
And the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back, unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like religion to me
New
Drive
And you keep on ridin' till you're out of the city
Where the air is fine with the sweet smellin' pines and the country side's pretty
And you'll
& Busta]
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No
eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't
gas like raceway (Woo!)
Antique blunt blowing dust on vaycay
Henny got your boy like a Hemi got Joe Dirt
Smokin' on a Wu-Tang blunt till my throat hurt
from the RaceWay
Got a couple checks, yeah you know that my pay great
Bitch we blitzing and rushing (Russian) I just pulled up with a AK
IRL Call
can I do
You said that you care lies
Nobody expected me to stay afloat
From the bullshit that they threw on me
Like Vince Carter ima put my city
lift up a finger gotta see what that pay say (on god)
Tryna hit up the city fuck them niggas its a may day (mayday)
Kill one of my dawgs bet you dyin
Raceway drive through the city
Sped through a hundred zones
My words vice grip brain cells
And crush a hundred bones
Business multiplied 10 fold
More than
a great big roar,
As America grew in peace and war.
And a million wheels went around and 'round.
The cities reached into the sky,
And dug down deep into
& Busta]
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No
And the night comes
I ran away in the morning
Now I'm back
Unpacked
Sidewalk and pigeon
You look like a city
But you feel like a religion
To me
New
break it down
Everybody get your hands up
Don't nobody make a sound
I'm not here to steal the show
Bitch I'm here to take the crown
Rep my city
Till I'm
spellin'
Got what it take to get
It through your thick melon
(Woopwoosh) Fresh witty city skit's
When he get wreck
Pretty emcees catch titty fit's
Told them
gonion
AR 15 know a nigga gunnin'
Like Rocky Balboa niggas be runnin' thru the city
When I pull that 50 caliba
Flippin' that paper like spatula
Packin'
abolition, the irrigation system maker
Giving plants water for ammunition, not a quaker
The writer of almanacs, the city surveyor and all of that
L'Enfant left
What am I doing
Where am I going
How do I know when I get there
Space City traveling
Aimlessly roaming
The road keeps on going but I never get
to the index when you pull it
The trigger, so make a note, take a vote
Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause
Whether domestic violence or coke deals
my own from city zones
I hail From super-dome
Want reign like Diddy comb, While Sipping and getting stoned
Maybe I’ll roll up a paper
Guess it’s safer
people tryna eat
Veggies with the meat
Goat, 'cause we tryna be great
Hold up
Some niggas and bitches be birds
And I don’t wanna hear yo ass quack
Quaker
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