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
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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
my hai-ai-air Hai-ai-air, hai-ai-air Sometimes I want some raccoon or red highlights Just because I want my friends to think I'm dynamite And on Friday, Rock City High
all the kindness gone? Hope still lingers on I drink myself of newfound pity Sitting alone in New York City And I don't know why Are we listening to
I could change your life all in a hour I promise I see the city skyline from my shower I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder Pow pow I'm higher
Take my verses too serious, ya hate me 'Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD Yeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for it Dis' me, you
Uh, yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, it's an ode, I admit it Here the city code is lock and load, any minute is rock 'n' roll And you rock
taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle I got the highest stature, Miami
in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High
you high on music, on music Come enjoy the fride Don't you wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high
Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime scene, no answer Nino Brown without the high
s to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone
long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly
Standing at this liquor store, whiskey coming through my pores Feeling like I run this whole block Lotto tickets, cheap beer, that's why you can catch
parks itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high
and there's still no cure hold up, low packs like I got cancer choking on them white boys make a black panther love my women with high heels and high
