Lyrics:
Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Daddy was the eldest of ten
And my mama was an only child
She must've represented back then
The part of him that couldn't go wild
She was free
died a year ago
I was still tryin' to find my way back whole
Went to work for the INS on the line
With the California Border Patrol
Bobby Ramirez
job
And run's a big machine
He don't miss the farm
Or the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison
Without fences
His job is just
A routine
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
Sneak (dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower
[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)
[Chorus]
Only in California
Where niggas pull heat and run up on ya (get your
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
need to and have rights
Love my boy
Alex don't stop it
city on fire
The people are dying
city on fire
The people are dying
I saw my brother die
I saw my
concrete
All my life mama gave me the speech
All my life somebody died every week
All my life ducking the police
All my life without soda I weeped
All
talk?
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps
Get fix fast by
one there to lend a hand the day the music died
Do you remember New Orleans and do you really care?
It was the city where the blues was born,
The world moves on
When the world moves on
When the world moves on, on yeah
[Repeat: x2]
Hell, I see smoke out on the horizon
Mama, get your baby, take
bitch
Run down and bust his head
Bitch, ask my mama, she told
Me, "Zip a nigga, " and I did
Oh, you don't like me for
That nigga? Fuck you too, this what
other nigga
And my niggas left me in the dark, blind
Mama just get back at me this last time
Men lie, women lie, men lie, women lie
Men lie, women
contracted through air
Dear God, it's been a minute since I cried out
Since mama died, I never wild out
We need help like the phone's 'bout to die out
Can you
Bentley keys (loyalty)
Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean
I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head
My killas good, they know I'm hands
Ferrari blue just threw me something on the canvas that could go for 10 bands if I manage it through my city’s a zoo. I’m from where can’t eat if you
run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios
[Intro]
I was lock up off at the slammer street style at the sto'
Best of my city nigga, versatile with this shit
[Chorus x2]
I was lock up off
I just made it to the city
A go to J.R. Crickets for me
Get me a ten-piece lemon pepper hot
Lemonade with the ranch
Know how I like my shit
Hey,
paid me crazy
I won a few Source awards
I haven't won an a Oscar
So I don't know how to act
Like my sweet ain't sour so I run to my mama
She let me smoke
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (but he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (let's get it)
Ten and up if you dyin' in Philly
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