to rockin' lightly Deep, deep down that's where I belong Sweet street light never done me no wrong I'm goin' back, back, back to the city So beware
Traduction: Guess Who. Back To The City.
like a bank Cause she knows she wants to loan it Shout out to my gangsta Who get down in Atlanta Wassup to Magic City This here should be your weather So throw it on back
[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 girls just seem to find out early How to open doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace
City girls just seem to find out early, How to open doors with just a smile. A rich old man, and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace
infiltrated the game, but who let in the pookies? Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey So fuck new friends unless they stay solo Cause who gon' watch you back
[Intro:] Yeah All these hatas their just forced to hate no reason (fuck ya'll) Don't really know who I am at all (fuck ya'll mutha fuckas) So I guess
weed all day, Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey? The King of the Ghetto ain't no punk mothafucka, I'll open my hand and slap mothafuckas, I guess
At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga Fuck around and be a memory, nigga [Z-Ro] Boo, guess who
[Z-RO Talking] Guess who's back? (HAY) [laughs] That's right, king of the ghetto (HAY) The Mo city don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothafuckin
don't want to see me bubble But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own And every bitch in every city is singing my song Imagine
moona Head cocked bandana reppin for the block Gang cocked guess some coward wanna take my spot Law will run away from me I guess I'm that hot Usta be
you! [Nate Dogg] Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we
the world [girl] Oh-hahhh [2Pac] Stuck in the game Me against the world baby Verse One: 2Pac Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops
like bang, bang, duck quick I guess you rookies tough shit, cause you bust clips But suck dick Cause a kid got his cap pealed The rap deal, from the phonies who
our city in two...that's tearing the...the heart out of the city of Dublin...tearing the heart out of the city of Chicago. Rich people stuff dollars in the back
to big for this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick But you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped your life around Crock of shit Who
