City High, Booga Bassment Here come another one, uh I know things ain't work out for you and me, lady But don't worry 'bout my child 'Cause I'm gonna
Tradução: Ciudad. ¿Por qué.
City High, Booga Bassment Here come another one, uh I know things ain't work out for you and me But don't worry 'bout my child Cause I'm gonna take
Chorus:] Every other city we go Every other city we go It's just a different day with the same shit It's just a different day with the same shit Every other city
hide what's inside. (So nice, so nice to meet you.) Lift your head for the last time, Lift it higher and higher and high, How can you love what you
money on my head but I'm ridin in a drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop), drop, (drop) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeahhhhh! Feelin just like JFK in the city
gools that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah) Can't stop
crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive by, listen for a second Why
through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She takes me high, she will always
our style superior to haters You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered up Why these niggas keep
D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, And when a nigga ask you why, you
dash Let da sun roof back and da Cronic smoke out Low Pro Pirelli so da Giovannis poke out Gwen Stefani ridin' shotgun yea I'm high No Doubt But not to high
life) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people They askin why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Bryant bounce the ball Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the
city, plus I keep the right of way I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings
From The Streets Of (Compton) And My Grandmother Died Before I Was Multi Wasn't Raised Right Cause My Parents Was Both High High Off Cocaine, My Introduction
: [Life] You Can Catch five Or Catch me in CL5 What ever way dog, the game get live Keepin it gangstah in the PD City Vilore Late Night Humming and dubbling
integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood) We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide) And get my lawyer, why
