Lyrics:
just let the lazer talk so
Why u asking me for ammo
I'm invisible by nature like I'm camo
The only time you set a foot in my
City’s when you step on your
pigeon. snails, frogs, snow crab, mermaids, sirens, whores, men, dragons, gold, ground beef, and a city human to bow to my garden
I didn't finish, I didn't
you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks and nerds,
Mad cause I flip these verbs and pull that
sometimes I act out when I'm feeling this way
So come down to the city of gold
Bring back all the lost souls
Will stand together
United as one
Will sing will
Ariel
If I say I like it, best believe I'll make it very gold
I'm a rapper from the city no one's heard of or they don't like
Doing drive-bys around
Yea I show it
A go getter a go getter for sure get it
A gold digger she want the Diamonds and gon get it
In my zone, watch me blow
In my city I put
long with it one hand palm with it
Catch it in the back like Odell
Shawty got that flex when I come thru stretch
Put it down in the city and she don't
by in the low ride
Hands high when we fly by
System up with the top down
Got the city on lockdown
Drive by in the low ride
Hands high when we
to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in
of old, in the days of gold
How ofttimes I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.
My comrades they all loved me well,
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
New York City born, bred in Skid Row,
Let me tell you like this
You don’t like the I’m screaming, you don’t like the way I get high, you don’t like
Wonderin', can you sing that note?
You’re stuck in my head and I can’t let go
Wonderin', can you sing that note?
Voice like an angel from the city of gold
'm at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field
Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle
Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta
pray we get it my nigga
I'm counting figures on figures, but when this shit is all over u cannot take it all with ya
I rep the North of the city
Where
will leave you scarred
This ain't a drill, I swear you retarded
Play with my name, I pay no regards
I been kept it real all the way from the start, bitch
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot, yeah
These niggas is scared
Thirtys in the city movin' slow
Thirty, thirty,
beggars or homeless
When instead of jailing you I suggest
You shake away the sadness there that blinds you
And when you who have applied your hands in
A nice guy and a freak
I'm a always keep it real
Pay attention, drop the beat
I was raised in several cities, wasn't taught by the block
Didn't have
Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
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