Tekster:
The Animals City Boy

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 (

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

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

you more aware with its absence at night When you are wrapped up in your blankets, baby That comfortable cocoon But I have seen the day of your awakening, boy

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

double dutch 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

Bob Marley Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable You scrap niggas too animated

nigga tec tecs Who you wit wit, throw up yo set Dipset, dipset, dipset, what Yo, I be wit a gang a gangs, who hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs Hammers

and the new white slacks alight 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 Downtown waterfront boy