it every night and day I hope to change it I'm just at city boy, City boy, thats me Hey! City boy, city boy Yeah, yeah, city boy, Oh Lord, city boy (
Traduction: Animaux. City Boy.
(feat. Plies) [Plies Talkin:] What's Happenin Homie Dis Ya Boy Plies Man Hey Pain Tell 'em Bout Your Shawty Ima Tel Em Bout Mine [Chorus: T-Pain]
make you more aware with its absence at night when you're wrapped up in your blankets baby, the comfortable cocoon. But I've seen the day of your awakening boy
, all american bad boy I own the swagger supermarket an you, you just a bag boy Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you neva had boy Hate an I will leave
glasses, all american bad boy I own the swagger supermarket an you, you just a bag boy Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you neva had boy Hate an I
that Bob Marley Flow like oregano, nigga you already know My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetable You scrap niggas too animated
gunline I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
something too (we can be a lil late) [Verse 2:] Champagne and me girl Sippose I roll my city pretty women say "I hope he feelin us" Oh boy you killin
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me
on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me If you
papa (doughs?) Fat boy super cool, got something you can move when I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea I'm a
click they can't Bean boy yous is not a fool I'm C-Los boy Gutta tell its over boy Hold up boy U better pledge allegiance take it slower boy It's G's
Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Raised in the middle of the land full of barbaque stands and the brothers throw hands Every buddy gritten gettin grands Kansas city
