Lyrics:
put my chicken in the freezer
So e go cold
I carry my city for my head
Like say e be dandruff
I be repping for my city one time lets get it
Put a finger
chicken in the freezer
So e go cold
I carry my city for my head
Like say e be dandruff
I be repping for my city one time lets get it
Put a finger on me?
You
the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches
but can't forget me
I trust in my God, so the broads gotta wait
'Cause I'm always 100 but keep 50 in the safe just in case (Wale)
I put 50 in
slabs in a single file line (summertime)
Pocket full of money (that's how we do it in the summer time)
All those players got a bad ass woman on their
ride
Country girl, city girl, love to floss diamonds
Got her in the bed with the kid straight wildin'
Took her to the club bought her three long islands
clothes. He got in his 1965 Ford
He started out
Three times he started to turn back before he reached the outskirts of the city
But he kept on going
Oh,
and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
All that ass in yo' jeans
Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Here we go
On behalf of the half witted I'll be have with it
At times cuz the hole in me is that gifted
It makes the lesser knowing jealous
The message
like in the movies, but when it's real.
It's such a happy, exciting sound.'
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
Chorus:
City to City plenty numbers in my cell phone
city to city pretty women everywhere i go
City to City keep 2 carrots in each earlobe
City to City i
the things them dey do, nobody dey send dem I dey wan gun dem
I dey wan gun dem Pow, pow, in the face cause I no dey fear dem(ah)
Time dey go, feel like I'm
i need a good girl i know but they all bad in my city
Where I'm from, MADINA, MADINA
We call it MADINA, MA MA MA MADINA
This Where I'm from, MADINA,
glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
So who's gonna drive me home this time tonight
So who's gonna drive me home this
of margarine
"smells good" the swine taste fine where my Christmas pud
Come break, my chains come help me out living in the city ain't so bad
Come break, my
(Fuckin' tweaker)
In the city of halos, they whippin' up dope, yeah, they makin' that yayo (What?)
And they know (Huh), city of halos, got bad bitches
poor people in a Ethiopia
For, nuff of dem kill the fly and mosquito
Send fi Brigadier, di cultural teacher
Send fi Josey Wales, di bad-boy tracker
Send
say to me bitch
Said that shit about a thousand times
I got it all going like
Bad bitch on my dick
Came back to the track
Gotta carry on
Fuck that
[Intro: GBO]
GBO
With D.O.R.A., produced by
K-Yos
Woo
Brought to you by
Miagi
Bring in the chorus like
[Hook: Dora]
I can never go nowhere without
good taste cop the grams by the dozen
Now we getting baked feel the city lights buzzin
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck
been around the block
She know I'm not her type
Now she kissing on my watch
And she in love with my ice
Am I running out of time?
This city, this city
[Verse 1: Wale]
Uh huh
Slumdog 'fore I part any sub par
The underdog of the underground has come far
Who's gonna come for it?
The crown that is
They
shit every time
Gang
Fuck up the city she come by tha two
Ain't no discussion don't play by tha rules
Giving her knowledge like she still in school
She
with me or the bro bro
Writing through the city like a poet in a Prius
I'm a prophet with a problem get pulled over by polices
Gettin' to poppin' off
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