Lyrics:
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
of this metropolis
When this town comes down i wish, I wish
My first degree emergency
Is kettled by your cavalry i wish, I wish
The cash machine queens
me in the concrete beach
By the wrecking ball battery
A bigger tool to bomb you.
Enter me through the city's last vein
Clog an artery with rats
bright
The voice of New Metropolis will tell you what is right
Let me tell you about a vision
A new world without superstition
A place that seven million
Walking 'round this metropolis
With its buildings that reach to the clouds
There must be millions of people out there
Walking 'round with their
I can’t find a reason to survive
These people move around me, aching by design
Ruthless with destruction
Compassion’s not for sale
Would you believe
a little bit late
He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape"
She's just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name like Lois Lane
And she
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
let me know
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc]
Where that nigga who be talkin' shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I
A man by the fire
Alone he sits
Boxes by his side
Ready is he to forget
Remembering the times
In Metropolis
In the suburbs
By the lake beds
Gone are
Hey! Всё меньше в этом сброде, roadie,
Ya! что хотят лишь goldie, goldie.
Hey! Стаканы свои наполнив,
Ya! пьем за Layman. Он наш profit!
Каждый
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
Twenty ones for a look and a beer
Pitch em' out by the smile
(Yeah it's my favorite song)
In a trance with all the junkies and jocks
(I'll be whoever
a mack like Goldie
But I never let the strength of this money control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G.
I make three G's a day,
Here's a story about a place you'll never know
Golden fantasy and diamonds just for show
Out by the district where the red lights distant glow
She'll
Under the watchful gaze of towering spires
People rush by with hopes and desires
This concrete jungle, it never tires
Fueled by ambition's eternal
yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got
I was a country kid through and through
I got my bare feet bit by a wreckin' crew
Of fire ants on a mission
For total domination of the font yard
the fields
Gas, break, dip, scrape
Smoke it, up, figure eight
How I scrape? Goldie's a eight
Pull up, dig in my nose, and give you handshake
40-Agua, lent me
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
lift spirits right up off the ground because you're golden
I call you Goldie
Yea
Anything you want the universe will gift you cause you're golden
Your
Daughter of Zion once precious princess
Left hers father house
To walk streets that never rest
Maybe they'll hear me in metropolis
So I'm
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc Eastsidaz]
Where that nigga who be talkin' shit
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her
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