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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Walk around the city like I know I am the man
Everything they said I couldn't do, I really can
Need my rubber bands
Need my

on the other hand I rap bout shit I really do
Last weekend rocked a show
inside the House of Blues
Had some groupies pull on me
They said what it do
And I liked

mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh

them what a clutch
I swear to god I'm driving sober clean blood no drugs
Cross that out dawg, man I'm tired of lying
Every single week I'm buying lean by

to burglaries
Been chase by the cops in my city
Got opps in my city, they still tryna murder me, bang
Woo, oh you wanna see a shot to the head
Tell my lil brother

Affirmation

Pete Townshend

The Avatar Collection Box Set

2000

And even in the roaring traffic's rude rhythms,
Overlapped the electronic chains;
City birds chirp communications.
Oh Yes, Yes

And the love flows

this the remix

We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta

Oh-o-woah-a-woah (Swim in cash, we gon' drown in it)

Repping the lion city, flying above the crying kitties
They trying to win me, conspiring, but I got a fire in

I get my girls
And we go into the city
But we don't do what you'd expect
I mean we definitely dress up
And look real pretty
But we go put our feet by

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is

Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus

What You Need Is Jesus

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

tickets, under counterfeiters
Three cities a week, droppin' needles
Like the black Beatles take heed, what you need is

Jesus (the incredible)
Jesus

Off Parole

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

[Royce (Pharrell)]
Be quiet (Yeah)
I know what you thinking (Yeah)
Who the hell is that (Yeah)
You in the club minding ya own business (Yeah)

Hard

Scarface

Purple Drank, Tha Mixtape, Vol. 3

2009

The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
I'm moving slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is airtight
The city streets

Hard

Scarface

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

The streets lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
I'm moving slowly and silent staring make it so my hustle is airtight
The city streets

I'm coming to get you back
Oh God, oh God, I want you back
I guess that's what I get for overtime
See this what happens when you really grind
You

It'll be doubled by the morning
Pasadena, California
Bout to put the city on
'til the fucking city on

What a shame
You boys nothing, but bosses

LBC and the Ing

Snoop Dogg

The Recipe

1998

anyway, what can I say? 

Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay? 

So when you in LA, or nigga round my way 

Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

slow when your heads out the window
Talkin to the bimbos
Runnin round the city, but we never really been close
Oh I miss the feeling, of somebody holding

support, so can you stay by my side
Cause lately we've been breaking the city
And if I go on tour, you won't have no reason to miss me
Cause I'm taking you

'Cause we know the girls that you actually like
Your darkest secrets are comin' to light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
Oh shit, it's

drain my soul uh oh
Dis rap shit fail I need dem bricks now for da low uh oh
They say that boy won't leave until he gets just what he came for
Dem bois

the straps make it an easy transaction
I know want it by our interaction
The way you do shit for a reaction
(Uh yeah)
(Oh no, yeah)
(Oh no, Yeah)
(Oh no, Yeah)

Staring at the lights up in the big city 
Look me in my eyes and tell me that you pretty
Head still in the sky so don't tell me what you thinking

Five Man Army [Blue Lines Version]

Massive Attack

Blue Lines

1991

Trendy Wendy, you know what I mean?
Hangin' around with the girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street cred 'cause she's no dummy