on I love it when I hear you moan You got that sexy tone that turns ya boy on You in a complete another city On the fan line with nothin' but a baby
up her mind I seen them niggaz over there, but they ain't takin' my shine Got 7 niggaz tryin' to be me, out here breakin' they spine But they got 7 different
low 44 see me wit it If a nigga runnin up best believe he get it See us in da club nigga we be trippin Niggas rap bout that shit we livin 7 or 8 stacks
s been some time but you're still on my mind, so baby talk to me You took her she went from the ghetto streets To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7
way too real "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" "Don't ever fuck with Too $hort" From city to city
no sceaser when ya all fat pleaser now where them bitches that be quick to show them titties I thank they all dance at tha magic city I know some bitches
In the city of boom, there can never be an addition Of any of the DJ's to rock the land Like the ones from the city and the boys from Pac-Jam Handsome
money in bags Go do the physics 'cause when I whip it And I love to whip it, that's just another digit This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire
with my boys to crushing niggas round the world Them bitches used to turn me down but now I'm f-cking all them girls, yeah. I'm from a city where these
bootie ballaholiks A, for awesome amounts of dope One ounce of grass and a phat ass to fo'sho N, 'cause we know to cause neck injuries Misplaced your vertabre about 7
the UK buzzing like a vibrator Now my paper's looking higher than a sky scraper Chipmunk told me don't watch no face I'll never leave home without my pencil case 24/7
put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city
do? But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the clubs Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger to homicide My city
is like Simon I like the taste of alcohol I got wine gums I don't eva wanna hear another siren Them highrises can block your horizon Disturbing London is the city
Grab my mic-ro, you know how we do in the joint Do a borrough check to see exactly who in the joint Hot spots, city streets lot spots and jeeps As a
phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all over the city And your tape deck blasting 7 hours
[Intro - Talib Kweli] 7-18 stand up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MC Turn it up (yeah) We 'bout to drop it low Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal
like bitch, get off me Fresh outta jail feelin' like Christopher Walken The king of my city, swingin' my dick as I'm walkin' Up to the 7-50, I open