Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens
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Lil Jon & The East Side BoyzRep Yo City Lyrics:
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off
Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold
I'm on another level
Went head up with the devil
I never been a sucka
I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground?
What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy?
Mine 9 4 5 9 1
Vallejo! That's all I yell, speakin' of, yeah
I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love raise up motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down, pullin' yo God-damn shirt up, that's love
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo' goddamn Kangol down motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece of land, a goddamn flag
Say, I didn't motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon and The East side Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 and The Click
And you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
From the land of the trill where the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than "Amity ville", no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't 'bout shoppin' and style
This 'bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks
And you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun, that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya
Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile nigga
Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From A T L to M I A, deep off in the hood
Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered, big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
Rep yo city! Rep yo city!
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
Lyrics: Rep Yo City, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz [end]
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