sight so what so dance with me tonight Dance with me tonight, dance with me tonight I can hear the city sing in perfect harmony Late night taxi bright lights try
'm winnin a contest I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig I can sing, brothers
I'm gonna shine like an ultraviolet light, Lil' Twist cold cellar like it's open tonight, 31st nigga to write, You need a telescope sight, To try to
(This, is, Derty E-N-T, Bassment Beat Productions) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, sing that shit Oh! You can search in the gutter down low You can even wait 'til
city, I'm from New York City Not Atlantic City no New Jack City Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City Wha? Twin City is my titties I'm money, put
was my voice that moved the first rock And I would do it all over again So, I mean it's cool if you keep quiet But I like singing, yeah So I'll be holding
The city has sex with itself I suppose As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed They undressed
Get You In The Ring I'm As Shitty As Don King And Taking All The Money Before The Bell Ring Before I Grab The Mic The Fat Bitch Sing It's Already Over
the cash to stash suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the
'cause I might be right, Chorus This is the girl of my dreams Ay, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? Ay, should I try and get some
cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin' Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat bush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing
shit you niggas still cuffin' if I wanted her back nigga I'll be still fuckin' and I see niggas try and rap like us watch the video then try and act
stupid MCs I've dissed But if they commence to try me I won't buy it I'll look them up and down and I'll say, "Don't even try it" 'Cause I can go on
! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty We try to cry, but still they all die I try to speak to the youth
dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth
m sayin' is you got something I like Love that you like it Love that you like it, love that you like it Yo, I love your country ass, I love your city
why bother lettin yo' knees bend I try to stay around some realness, brothers and sisters holla if you feel this If hurt and misery is who you chill with Mo City