Still got that key to the city.... [Verse 1] uh..uh....uh J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall I'm too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y'all in a drunk
poppin' bottles at the bar It feels like now or never (Never) Please don't put 'cha bet down mo' If it ain't four or better I'm talking Pete Rose at the end of the road Playboy fuck what you was told Watch me and my dirty City
-ant banks- Ahhhhhh shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding
kick it in yo do and look around yo place I ain't scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face Stay still nigga flava deuce, deuce in a third Teflon coverin' yo body juice
you have the flowest If you can throw it and motherfucker it's a nine or not Just go back to where your thang lay 'Cause lo key niggas they started
to get the picture how they start to juice me? You can't compare me to wanna-pimps whimps Cause that's entirely a different type of pimp Longevity is the key
no more pencils no more books I built the city out one brick It had a mayor and a crook I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the gills
shimmered like black incense on the bald head of a Buddhist monk. I drove down the highway and I got to that big city of Miami. The steaming, seedy city - the city
Life.... Looking out the window. Kush and Orange Juice Nigga You Might want uh burn one to this. [Verse 1] You couldn't walk a mile in these 11 in a
name Tex Half brothers and the name Murphy Key Slow had a mass, City of Ali Old school rap, call it cranberry Up in the abyss where homie E-40 Orange juice
[Standing At The Galaxy] Toward the galaxy Hate is the key Close the gardens Orchard of fruits and seas Standing at the gate Almighty galaxy Preacher
You see me poppin bottles at the bar It feel like now or never (never) Please don't put'cha bet down mo' If it ain't four or better I'm talking seein rose at da end of the road Playboy fuck what you is told Watch....me and my dirty City
yo do and look around yo place i aint scared to cock back a fo and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice
in the new orleands where the blood at the beehive, and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential, cause that is where i sleep, so give me my key! [Verse
Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key! [N.O.R.E.]
im in the new orleands where the blood at the beehive, and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential, cause that is where i sleep, so give me my key! [
stacked tall trappin out da public housing [x2] Everydays a struggle tryna get it out da city street Sumones posted up in da kitchen whippin up a quarter key
