Lyrics:
(one, one, one, one, one)
Now, now, how come your talk turn cold?
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryna grab hold of what you can't
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
number one clique here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' nowhere
Now that you know, holla at your boy
line staring at me
Oklahoma city's just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I
(one, one, one, one, one)
Now, now, how come your talk turn cold?
Gained the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryna grab hold of what you can't
on the back porch
I put my class ring by the cross on your gold chain
You backed my back against those cedar clapboards
My lips ain't never been kissed that
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell 'em holla at a nigga G
Riding on my
it to heaven (Heaven)
I wanna make it to heaven (Heaven)
I want the city of gold city gold
City of gold city gold
City of gold city gold
Mzinda wa
Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it
You want it? Then all invitations open
[Chorus]
[Tray Deee]
I take seven old be's put 'em in
are roughened
By the wheel and the rope.
I'd like to look to you for hope,
I think it's hiding there.
This boat is blacked out like a city
Awaiting
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
me through
Across the miles tonight
And I am sending you this message through the wires tonight
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
And here I
[Parrish Smith]
Yeah, epmd and das efx, time to flex
Like funkmaster, back to business in your tape deck
Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded
this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch, you a deuce (brrt)
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (get love in my city)
Niggas'll
line staring at me
Oklahoma city's just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I
world hate me
But my city like a warzone, block like a Navy
So sleep on a nigga, get you rocked like a baby
I'm the itty bitty nigga with the big dreams
I
'm surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
And here I am, concentrating girl with all my might
Now the sound of your laughter trails off
Through the midnight sky
As the miles go by, cities come
and protect you from the evils of this world
Oh baby don't ever leave me stranded
Whoever said that the streets were paved with gold
Well I'm afraid that
spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old
To the city of immortals
Marble white and purest gold
I
as a glove
Fly like a dove, nobody fuckin' with us
I got the mean pipe but you supply me the drug
The pookie in New Jack City, the booty and tig ol' bitties
is pure gold
No, I can’t afford to miss it for all the wealth this world holds
I hold a clear title to a mansion that Jesus has gone to prepare
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