Lyrics:
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
here in Philadelphay-ay
Oi oi oi ! She's my British Invasion
Oi oi oi ! And she's changing my station
Good by to my blue suede rock and roll Standing
said those city girls will walk all over you
So I hit the pavement running down on Hollywood and Vine
I got to town by seven and I fell in love by nine
Picassos
They be painting
I'll call up some soldier boys
and get it cranking
Want some pape in my city
Tell me where you banking
She can't hold my nuts
If
Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,
I sit
The killer city committee meet and kill 'em in third
I'm feeling disturbed when a villain emerged
Now I'm chilling, I'm as vicious
on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
to the backwoods, boy
Why don't you take me take me take me
Back to the backwoods, boy
Lost in the dark tonight, missing the starry skies
Drowned by the city lights
everything I feel.
Rag doll singing in the slippery city rain,
Plugging in my circuits.
Dancing in my brain.
Adonis Blue
He's a boy divine.
Gonna to try
The sky's blue, the money's green, the w- is purple
The ice is white you try me I'ma have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow
From when my name was signed by the defendant
To selling out shows, I'm betting
I'ma be the next out to city, homie
And it's all Bens when I'm
honor of Steve Jobs' life
Please let's all buy this song on iTunes
It's the way Steve would have wanted it
You're my boy, Blue!
Woods says truth, never ever told no lies
Gyal wanna chase me i don’t really get it why
0 fucks bout the queen cuh the god blessed i
Skies of blue, baby
to tell you
I've never had an exit strategy
You just internalise impermanence
When you lived in seven houses by age 14
And I was watching you on stage, baby
I wan't a fat boy between my legs
Feel that motor vibrate 'till we stop for beer and eggs
Feel that wind in our hair
Roaring down route 66
Me
from the freestyle
Off to segregate it
At the hip-hop club in Europe
Getting jaded by the bouncer at the doe
even thou there ain't no whites only section
Packin' my suitcase wit' banners and signs
Blue and red lights like the Fourth of July
Roaches on fire rise into the sky
Don't care bout your color
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
Stackin' up these blue pills ain't no time to chill
Gotta hustle every day it's the blue dollar bill
In the blue city lights where dreams come real
Versace on her swimsuit
Back pocket got horseshoes
Make me bring that Porsche through
Gator boy no superstar
Jumping out a moving car
Swamp city avatar
been ready)
So you can take it where you want
I'm kamikaze wanna try me?
Suggest you don't
Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk
Ooh, I got shooters
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
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