) She seen me Call me up on the 3-way Giving my girl the whole replay Has it happened to you She seen me Call me up on the 3-way Giving my girl the whole
Oversættelse: City High. 3-vejs.
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
face ya heard me? last thing i need is to catch a new case i don't know nothing about them high heads but i sell base ya heard me? the city boys trying
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take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I can't get along so I day dream on my way back to my zone thinkin
kill ya high with this shit we be spittin' we gon' steal ya mind once again it's the Midwest side (West-side) [Chorus] [Verse: Wish] you can tell by the way
You should know (know), what I do it for (for) 'Cause I don't ever wanna go back to being broke (no) I don't ever wanna go back to the 3rd floor 08
resign checks right after the contract. My boys have a crazy flow? I guess cause I was active on a radio. Way back in high school, yeah nigger same team, Way
Intro: Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3) And check it out ha. Verse 1: My raps do laps around tracks to the days The idiot vibin' I'
to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1
do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey
bitch the fifths on a shoppin trip 5000 Ones ya you know young wit it So high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city You
$hort, tell 'em) I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit I never sold company due, I can't knock it 'Cuz the inner city public school
you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz [Verse 3] Mayhem, double hands on
stop and wonder Then gaze upon the speaker, the wall of thunder Standin' on the ground, 3 stories high The deepest bass and the real fresh high So step
and a peaka and it's brought back High ranks to be exact, I bring it back How you want it, from the stove or the microwave? How you want it, high yellow
