Lyrics:
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
INTRO:TiCE STEWART
diamond city 钻石城
u wanna be in 你们都想住
diamond city 钻石城
u wanna be in 你真想进去住
VERSE 1:TICE STEWART
shine black a diamond
roll your
don't go near a resort
We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
For real, and my city love me like DeMar
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
'Tis the season for bleeding and we've been looking for a reason
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
Hey hey
Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood
on the seismograph
Almost like the burning city
April 1906
Time is now the closest
Violent kind of motions
Keep from shores by oceans
Tsunamis and erosions
Earthquake
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
Aight rap City Tha Bassment, Big Tig', EQ
Method Man hey method Man hey
It's going down, check it out one time
Off the top I guarantee there's no
one city to the next, Luda landed in the ATL
Where the pimps and the players dwell
I made a tape, did shows and got exposure
And kept learning as my
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste
Road atlas, learning my way around
Kissing the pavement, lucky
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
rassi win 3aych «hemmmmha»
Mra love mra broken Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Trip trip by my music
Trip trip by my
Original Music by STICKIT from their Album First Cut
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Monarch the album a few months away and they already show me respect
Got the whole gang on this shit we just trynna provide put the city on the map
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
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