Lyrics:
Laurence, swangin' on a suburban
Tryna make the money flip like that boy went to workin'
Summertime in my city, wood grain', I'mma grip it
Give me the cup,
Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind
If you're looking for a diamond
You gotta sift through the gold
If you're searching for a way out
You gotta take the new road
If you don't keep
The tide turned easy it seemed, and pulled the world from my feet. I got some dollars though, burned the house, and took the gold. It was always
Diamond life, lover boy.
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
City lights and business nights.
When you require streetcar desire for
In New York City auf'm brennenden Sofa
Geben wir mehr Gas als im Hühnerstall 'ne Oma
Auf 'em Horrortrip wie Hackethal, das Hackteil mit Hackebeil
No set trippin'
They kno' I'm crippin' fool
Jesus pieces 10k gold
I'mma fuckin' fool you better act cool
German Shepherds in my backyard
Train
Risiko, six-zero City Code
Du verstehst nix?! Das is' Hinterhof-Jargon
M3, Noyd, so Gott will, dritte Scheibe aus Gold
Le Marocain auf Deutsch, Abdi!
Holt
to complain now, a llotta thangs done changed now
Livin' the fast lane, I'm tourin' in planes now
And all the spots at cities that we go, we glow
Snaps
Ha ha, 2000 and 1
Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don
Getting off my chest, know I'm saying
Cut these all the way off people, feel me
Yeah, this
Jay-Z, BLACKstreet City is mine
Adem bester mann wir cruisen im Golf
2001 und Schumi holt Gold
Ab durch die Lücke, geht nicht gibt's nicht
Weg da! Wir
me off a bit!
Wanna see your hands up, like you got a handgun
You do when it gold plate, we do when it platinum
Running with my team, killing with
short, fast, powerful attack - I'm a blitzkrieg
Three headed dragon with wings, I breathe fireballs
Black scales, platinum tongue, and gold eyeballs
I'm
You are surrounding me and the walls
Will never ever ever come down
You built me up like a city of gold
The battles rage but I'm standing tall
You
that when I leave I'm going to leave grinning, gritty
City different, singing like a spinning prop—stop,
Back to the beginning Those Airwalks were no
on the gold hunt
I remains I'm Shuttlesworth when I put the stroke up
We go strangle 'fore we Bojangle
It's Pac Div, no lie baby, no tangles
If you ain't
trigger
And the wine from her body how it flowed
Then i gathered myself
With a rage of hell
Went back to the city made of gold
We sang Oh
Lord
nicht Paris, das ist Frankfurt City
Street Rap History, Scheine machen mit Musik
Setz' dich einfach nur in meinen Benz
Denn dieser Tag geht auch
the city
Firmin:
I must say all the same it is a shame that phantom fellow isn't here!
Chorus/Crowd:
Maquerade! Paper faces on parade
Masquerade!
Another day scribe writing fighting the force
The fabulous never faking the funk
Fool fever in my bones got me sweating solid gold microphones
'till extinction.
City the mass grave faces carved on terminals.
Domesticated wolves turned rabid roam the outskirts of town.
Village turned cynical
He reached down and picked up a burlap bag
There at the city dump he showed me all he had
A blanket for the colder nights
An old King James
Monday night I feel so low
Count the hours they go so slow
I know the sound of your voice
Can save my soul
City lights, streets of gold
Look out my
think... *echoed*
{Solitair} All I need in this world is you
[Choclair]
Yo, now we
Sittin' pretty with our views of the city
Got condos in the clouds
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