Now it's you that I'm wanting and needing like that So baby do me this favor and come right on back to me (Come, come back!) (City Boy Talking) [Hook #2 / City Boy
Go from a hustler Born and grind, tryin' to find some dough To the billion dollar Boy club Mexicali thug style I got Money to get back, I'm fresh off
I talk a lot Without incredible my... is sending cheers... your money bunny big dum is in the words of real... We're gonna be smoking the city when I come kicking come
the plate Ya'll looking a man I'm looking at children Bored like a motherfukka what is you doin New Orleans my city long been run Watch yourself you coming
did Home boy here's a few glock clips Still Junior like Lou Gossett Joey right back on overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Peform Bloomberg
right back I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue And tell you straight forward, I'm poor A refugee been in prisson and survived the war I come
in the spring, waitin for the boy but I ain't 21 wizzle cuttin up cause I stay puffin blunts, and when the money come I'm a give it back got a driver
my nigga Cole busy, but genius is back I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't
I Sat At Home And Watched Game Bring The West Back I Told Him To Put Half Of California On My Fuckin Back Half Of Washington Part Of Nevada Give Me Every City
Suge Heard them niggaz wanna get me come and try dat boy I'll put some money on your head yeah buy dat boy Two heaters never creepin we gon fry dat boy
talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know what I'm saying My nigga gardy in this bitch, what's up my nigga Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem
feat. Billy Cook & Jr.) [talking:] Z-Ro, boy I will come down And make my pistol, hit y'all niggaz boy Y'all don't wanna mess with me nigga Bitches come
want it, you can sho 'nuff get it Made me bust your watermelon, come on down fuck with it Everybody, ain't no punk I'm talking to you now boy, don't make
I'ma rep you, and I really miss you dog [Hook] [Billy Cook] It's the G-M, and S.L.A.B. And your boy Billy Cook, repping that BMG Mo City Gray Tapes
G.I.N. and Presidential, with that boy from Wreckshop And Mr. Slim Thug, we feel we can't be stopped It's been a long time coming, the sleeping down had
need no natural lemon tea, I don't be training my voice I'm signed thoed by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers A click full of back breakers, and more in a Studebaker The Mo City
She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down