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 (
Übersetzung: Tiere. City 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
1: Tech N9ne] Raised in the middle of the land full of barbaque stands and the brothers throw hands Every buddy gritten gettin grands Kansas city were
on Elm's Street if somebody tell me Freddy there. [Vincent Price laughs] (yeah!) See I'm a whole 'nother animal! With a mechanical trap jaw - highly flammable
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
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
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
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
rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me If you
I shit on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Let me tell this to the people not understandin' my moxy Animal, watch me
Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat Shit, two hammers Make your whole crew vanish I'm a animal in front of Channel
practice girl. U so fine, u know what? u should be an actress girl. I ain't talkin like sex and the city or law and order. I'm talkin in my crib, me,
: (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
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
