Lyrics:
our City
24 the realest
Primetime let's get it
Hialeah we wit it
Dade County our City
24 the realest
Primetime let's get it
Hialeah we wit it
If I find
As we proceed
Y'all know what this is
Brother Jay and Sister B back at it
Now you can catch me way in Dade County
Where the weather's bipolar
the peanut butter jelly
Kick back at the Telly
Our swag is trendy
We ain't friendly
Don't come near me
I'm from Broward County
Broward County
Broward County
I
tore down
Somebody save the neon lights
And the cinderblock shacks cross the county line
Every day another piece of history's lost
Somebody save
Carol's house up on Telegraph Hill
You can see the lights going up out in Soldiers Field
Getting ready, for the county fair
County fair, county fair,
Bitch I'm
Ten toes down
It's all I fuckin know
Word to my childhood
Days up on county line
Road we gone have it on swole
Bitch I'm Ten toes down
It's
Spinnin', spinnin' and we can't sit still
God save, God save our young blood
God save, God save our young love
Hot pavement, hot pavement, hot wheels in
Spinnin', spinnin' and we can't sit still
God save, God save our young blood
God save, God save our young love
Hot pavement, hot pavement, hot wheels in
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
Get on with your lives at £8.50 an hour
Then back to Home Counties
You're blessed in Home Counties
Now there was a big bang 2008
Our Lives were left
I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin' is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave
May we repeat
Give us a beat
Rhythmic or sweet
And you can have the men who make more
We'll save our applause
For a wingin' swingin' band
A music
west of the Mendocino County Line
The two of us together felt nothing but right
Feeling we're immortal every Friday Night
Lost in our convictions
from off our hands
Here in dry county
The promise has run dry
Where nobody cries
And no one's getting out of here alive (Not this time)
"In
ain't the queen of Suffolk County
Here comes the queen of Suffolk County
You best stay out of her way
Yeah, you know she's here to stay
'Cause she's
boat kept to raise our fam'ly tree
In my home in Shelby County, down there 'n Memphis Tennessee
I love it in the summertime, I love it in the spring
So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans
That know how to do things that's workin' for other people
Y'all need to open your own business
Save
So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans
That know how to do things that's workin' for other people
Y'all need to open your own business
Save
hours, substandard pay
Then they took our contract away
Fourteen months is a mighty long time
To face the goons on the picket line
In Perry County
I'm
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
the savior, he heeds our plea
Rolling down, to County Meath
Brian Boru the bane of all Vikings
The Leprechaun, searching for Lia Fail
The sacred stone has come
I was sittin' beside the road in blackjack county
Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
For men like me who didn't have a penny to their names
Welcome to DADE county (yeah little nigga)
Welcome to DADE county
The city that you'd get murked in
When the purpose is you fucking up somebody
world's gone crazy
And there's only God to blame
Somebody called you something sweet once
It was more than Fulton County Jane
And when my heart has no
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