Lyrics:
it's not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo 'cause the chimpanzee them make big money
This is how the media pillages, on TV
cold, so take cover
Every time you meet the biggest dog, bound to be another like
Big dog, drip sauce, big city slicker
Did time, pitchin' dimes, this
Okay!
*chorus*
I'm never lacking with the cheese
Please!
Everyday in my Bentley
Rich Gen-z, it'so offensive!
(Aboy) If your money no dey make dem hate?
On North Claiborne
They had big oak trees
(Gentrifying the city)
In the black neighborhood
That's where the
Indians meet
(Gentrifying the city)
They tore it
motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit that you
an order of that to go then
Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats
No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
This the rap city
This the rap city
I-i-i'm gonna be rich with a lamborghini
In a big space ship eating fettuccini
Lyrics come to my mind it's just way
the losers
Mad buddha abuser but they don't know about
Your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray
So you can
And you can kill 'em like me
Be yourself, it is so easy
And it's really the key
Why waste your time with passer by's
When all this knowledge is free
If you
family
Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher blunts
to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in
a straight up brawl I'll mall alla y'all
Ya try to crawl for Tylenol and I install
Big fists in your face, the blow is well placed
Spray 'em with mace in
fuck with my team, by any means I'm crushing niggas dreams, and rappers will survive Oh boy, you think you hot, man I think your flame will just die
rep it like designer
My bitch ain't from the city, you ain't finding one just like her
I heard he dropped an album, what's the price of tea in china
'bout to catch a jet (jet)
Real rich nigga, my ashtray made by Patek (Patek)
I done already lived low, I was waitin' on my glow
I was waitin' on you
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
what? Leave that nigga sleepy
On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy
I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big Caddy
But let
a city get trashed like ….
trying to get them dollars like a lot of producers
embedded in my mind we gotta fly some gucci louis
few jewels no thousand
and your rap friends why they hate Dolph (hah)
Rich nigga how I pop it on 'em (pop it)
The top come off, so I dropped it on 'em
Paid 30K over sticker
swear to God, I'ma tear the city up
Let's start a business up
We slide, you got my glizzy tucked
In your purse, you hold my Percs, you been through
Queen out the Kingdom, and put her in jeans
New York, New York, big city of schemes
Me and her, love to ball, like a basketball team
Remind me
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
'Head of these niggas by eons, man
got your ass man this for you
Look if you turned the pandemic into a bandemic man this for you
This album right here is for the realest niggas
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