City High, Booga Bassment Here come another one, uh I know things ain't work out for you and me, lady But don't worry 'bout my child 'Cause I'm gonna
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City High, Booga Bassment Here come another one, uh I know things ain't work out for you and me But don't worry 'bout my child Cause I'm gonna take
[Chorus:] Every other city we go Every other city we go It's just a different day with the same shit It's just a different day with the same shit Every other city
city that let em fly like JFK (Ayyye) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya That's why I'm with naudia
the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah) Can't
Uh, Yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, It?s an ode, I admit it. Here the city code is lock and load Any minute is rock and roll And you rock
But it's nothing when you stop and just say fuck it Cause you walking out in public and hear 'em talkin' rubbish I just wanna ride, ride through the city
's nothing when you stop and just say f-ck it Cause you walking out in public and hear 'em talkin' rubbish I just wanna ride, ride through the city in
high stakes That's why she high-speeding out on that highway She say she high maintenance, she say she high fashion She say high priced, I think she high
motherf**ker [T-Pain:] That don't mean nothin! Why you gotta ashtray you don't want nobody smokin in the motherf**ker! [T-Pain:] Cause I can motherf**ker! Well why
Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch)
4 A.M." Ringtone to your Cell WALE Ringtones [Black Cobain:] Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking How you killing my highs I
to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga
I'm talking to you now boy, don't make me go and pop the trunk biatch [Hook:] Everyday, me keep it sucker free Me not fuck with nobody, so why do them
in my head This how I feel about, all of y'all Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all will fall I use to be 165 in a city, where the skinny niggaz
think I did a crime for it Offer me 25, insistin that I sign for it Why I can't drive a fancy ride and rock diamonds and gold Why every time I shine you
t trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking why niggas let me broke, in this city of