it every night and day I hope to change it I'm just at city boy, City boy, thats me Hey! City boy, city boy Yeah, yeah, city boy, Oh Lord, city boy (
Tradução: Animales. City Boy.
animal You can't lock me in a cage This ain't the Stoneage Better get out of my way Someone's gonna have to pay Animal boy Animal boy Animal boy Animal boy
make you more aware with its absence at night when you're wrapped up in your blankets baby, the comfortable cocoon. But I've seen the day of your awakening boy
all american bad boy I own the swagger supermarket an you, you just a bag boy Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you neva had boy Hate an I will leave
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
too (we can be a lil late) [Verse 2:] Champagne and me girl Sippose I roll my city pretty women say "I hope he feelin us" Oh boy you killin us So long
This song right here, is dedicated to the president of the United States of America Y'all might know him as George Bush But where I'm from, lost city
: (feat. Plies) [Plies Talkin:] What's Happenin Homie Dis Ya Boy Plies Man Hey Pain Tell 'em Bout Your Shawty Ima Tel Em Bout Mine [Chorus: T-Pain
(doughs?) Fat boy super cool, got something you can move when I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea I'm a millioniare
: (Puffin) Uh huh Sledgerin Uh Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew) On the grind, you
and the new white slacks a light sliding into the city tunnel beneath the feet of the people in the city roamin' roamin' roamin' in the city and crossway boy crossway boy downtownwaterfront boy
in the white Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a
about the gunline I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche redline I drive that mothafucka like I'm tryna beat a deadline. Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
, I'm trafficin' in the white Please Lord don't Let me go to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
