Lyrics:
in a city of Spartans never moving slow
Everyday I flow catch me kicking a commit
No matter what they say we have nothing in common
Wrap you round
priceless, I treat you the nicest, we could be
We could be locked in, singing Jack Johnson
No nine to five o'clock in, drop top shopping
Not caring what
hit me with the change up? (Why?)
Talking Randy Johnson with change up
Talking Nolan Ryan with the change up yea
Losing people just to get my name up
Yo salí del barrio
Lo míos le meten cabrón, no salen en tik tok solo en telediarios
Dicen que hijueputa ese flow, yo soy como Johnson, pero no soy un
Black (Black) Jack
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers
(It's the jump off) get it off now, come on
(It's the jump off) Push it up now, ha
a minute
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, of good old Watts
In the city, city of Compton
a minute
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, of good old Watts
In the city, city of Compton
Stomping along on this big Philips Johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at Richard rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds
on the tractor ain't seen Becky all week
Somebody said they seen 'em headed down to the creek
Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows
I didn't want to come and I don't want to
Be here i'm the son of an
Atlanta City police officer
My cousin is an Atlanta City
Police officer and my
on a tractor ain't seen Becky all week
Somebody said they seen 'em headed down to the creek
Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep
Man he knows
want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma
and squad we murder and crucified
Every track that we up against
City Rasha yeah we heaven sent
Swag bars and deliverance
If you know any Artist out there
a man is lying
Big city lawyers study every word he writes
As a Judge he's respected by Defense and Prosecution
He believes in the Bible
Man City
Yard man with me, plus me link the Bad British
Burgler Bar, Johnson Crew, we no have pity
Glock inna me hand, pussy give me weh you have fi me
Well Johnson Van Dyke Grigsby was paroled in '89
He never walked on a carpet never tasted dinner wine
His old eyes were slowly fadin' as he walked
fill my city with darkness
Cold I'm stranded inside the wind
It's storming I see tears fallin once again
Still mourning some names I won't ever forget
I grew in this city
But Nowadays don't like the view in this city
Who could show me something I never knew in this city
I was here before the maps
Let’s go (Ah ha) "Kick it to ‘em, man!"
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you
Say New
Dear Mr. Johnson, we're sorry to inform you
Your request for a second loan has been refused
And the board of directors up in the city
Has
drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..
[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my
yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..
[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don
[Chorus - Pimp C sample - 2X]
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up,
the way I was bought up
(Not the way I was bought up)
Alright yeah seventeen years down the lane
Show respect cause I'm Johnson
If you think is time to wane
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