n a city by the sea A girl with black hair has only eyes for me Drinking and dancing in flat 6c A city by the sea seemed pretty shit to me When I was
something under priced Working weekends just to pay for drugs This little story keeps repeating itself Reading fashion mags to look at the girls In the city, in the city
good for my money Good for my money She good for money, she good She good for my money Good for my money Good for money, she good We spending all
again, it's that motherfuckin' Mexican with attitude Paid my dues Steady, grindin' through the avenues Dogder blue, homie The city that I represent Los Scandulous, city
Chorus: Lloyd] She good for my money Good for my money She good for money, she good She good for my money Good for my money Good for money, she good We
's right stupid! Soon as they couped it, I went and scooped it Now I'm on the move, on the move Running the City, something like Diddy At 150, wit the
, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I?d trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I?d give the
, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the
Verse 3:] Sunday morning I'm pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good Nothing but diamonds around my neck and around my wrist I'm looking good (what it
ones, red monkey's and a blue? meoshay? Got fifty people waiting just to do what Z-ro say King of the ghetto entertainment is the drug dealer City to city
Look at me now though, I got cars and cash And since I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes,
up by bread Holla [Chorus] [Z-Ro] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin hood My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good
might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes To keep my temper calm, collective and cool Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
soldiers in the game, nigga (Know what I'm talking bout) It's real out here in these mothafuckin city streets, nigga (That's alright) Huh, me? I'm representing Mo city
I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good
die say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock tempured glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
I know she want stunt, A taste of the good life, yeah I know what she want, A trip to PR, sex in the car, floating diamonds shabar, Cool as hood, it's all good
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good
