Lyrics:
London, Japan & Berlin
Amsterdam- to Chicago- when it's done- then san Francisco
Verse 1:
I was never always a rapper
I was the type- make words
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
Yeah, that's right, right by my side
I got a cousin in Chicago
Who got homies from the way
They'll smack you in your face
A certain type of hello
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brick-house to come back
And conduct just one more
Yeah man
Which one of these cars you gonna use
I might use the Celica, the Mazda, Nissan or Toyota
I heard they got that new PT Cruiser on there
get laid
I get caught up following Walter, I'm a product of my age
He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
Wingman, I cannot I fly tho
He was in
Call Me by your Boy
Don't treat me like a toy
destroy what destroys you
Don't treat me like a boy
(Pt.1)
أنا رجال وانت كمان رجال
ومو لازم إنه يكون
year spastic
Full of Z's and ABC's
Born in wilderness
Talk of the wilderness
Raised by the shiny ones
Raised by the shiny ones
Mother
influenced by what you are doin'
I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me
Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?
I'ma show you
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
Told her to come thru
She gone leave by two
I been up to something
I'm tryna thump shit
I pop a perc now i can't function
Wx got the chopsticks
You touch
, Ba-by Ca-pone,
Ba-by Ba-by Ca-po-ne c'est moi
2. Si on é-tait à Chi-ca-go
Et si tu vou-lais me quit-ter
J'te f'rais des p'tits trous dans ta peau
J'te
the city lights
Uplifting my spirit and giving me insight
No I'll never reach my limit 'cause she has me gripped tight
Chained to the pain by the strains
your time
Don’t you look in their eyes, they’re gonna hunt you down
4AM in the night, don’t let'em get you down
Pt.2
Ok!
Yeah…
Minko!
I treat the team
knockers by my lonely
Ran it up by my lonely
Two hoes on my phone
Both say they wanna spend a night
Which one I’m taking home
Know I walk with the strap
wrath
"It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey, Ernie, let's play two
Somebody go get Jack Brick-house to come back
And conduct just one more
Hk:
I was in the field when they found me/ Being raised in the Mudd// I turn all that chicken into Ground Beef/ I was raised by them thugs//
Pt2
'm keeping it ten toes
Get to the money I'm getting it ten fold (boo-boo-boom)
Yeah we shattered your windows
Step by step,
I'm in the field and I move like
on a enemy
So why they always hating me
A baby chick ABC's
Counting money 1.2.3
I met a grouch out on sesame street
Now I'm going to the moon
Pocket rocket go
2:30, Baby, won't you meet me by the Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy City, T running
a suburb of Chicago by the way
So I took the bus to Chicago and left my troubles behind it
I had his and address and phone number so I'd figured I'd find it
die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime
I met in Chicago
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