My City

(álbum: Gangsta Grillz: I Still Got It - 2022)

L.A., L.A.
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of the dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
Makes me wonder
Ayo, East
How I keep from going under?
I got you, cuz
(Gangsta Grillz)

Let me walk you through the city (So rough, so rough)
Where niggas get real gritty (So tough, so tough)
You wanna see some ass and titties? (Sure enough, sure enough)
Well, let me walk you through the city (Walk on, walk on)

Let me walk you through the strip club
V.I.P., where the motherfucking Crips, cuz?
Laid out, blue carpet treatment, nigga (Too long)
Have a seat, this my treat, we 'bout to eat, my nigga
Let me get a lil' bitch, just to get a lil' vid
Got you feeling real good, 'bout to walk you to the hood
Where the stealers and the raiders keep it going at (Goin')
And the bubblegum kush is what we blowing back (Blowing back)
We slide by Nip's spot and pick up some t-shirts (Crenshaw)
Then buy a few bags from the homies, that's called network
Catch a quick flick and then we dip out (Dip out)
I put a dub in the air, that means I'm rolling twenty Crip out
Slip out, trip out, until my headphones slip
I'm with my kinfolk, Crip, we ought to get more chips
Dave East is on the West, with no vest on his chest
See he fucking with the S, I keep him free of the stress

Let me walk you through the city (So rough, so rough)
(Take a walk to my city)
Where niggas get real gritty (So tough, so tough)
(Everybody crazy, crime)
You wanna see some ass and titties? (Sure enough, sure enough)
(New York, New York, you know I got bitches on me)
Well, let me walk you through the city (Walk on, walk on)
(Bright lights, big city, don't get lost out there)

Who else can say they had Snoop in Harlem? (Who?)
The truck gon' make 'em throw up, but the coupe is a problem (Uh)
I'm up in Bonny's copping, preparing for when the fall come
A lot of niggas hating, but honestly, fuck all of 'em
I ain't know I could get a mansion and a Maybach when the tour done
You hit my hundred-thirty Crip, you never gotta wonder
I'm about to be thirty, rolling thirties, grip the dirty
Finessetrimental for Perdy, we robbed him, we gotta hurry
Maneuver like Desperado, with that guitar case
Fuck what you thought, called me on Slauson, it was a car chase
Yeah, and the celebrities told her "Come see how a star takes"
Hit it 'til she can't walk straight, pumping your bitch like car brakes (Easy)
You get a deal and get rich and see that it's all fake
Everywhere early for paper, I don't know what you call late (I don't know)
I know a fiend that told me they look right in God's face
I've been banging the six, I'm certified, they gotta call Drake

Let me walk you through the city (So rough, so rough)
(Tell me home for a while)
Where niggas get real gritty (So tough, so tough)
(Every city across the world)
You wanna see some ass and titties? (Sure enough, sure enough)
(Make sure you check in with the real ones)
Well, let me walk you through the city (Walk on, walk on)
(Shout to Philly, shout to HEL)

Let me walk you through the city (Chi-Town, Detroit, what up though?)
Let me walk you through the city (Miami County, New Orleans)
Let me walk you through the city (Bay Area, H-Town, DF Dub)
Let me walk you through the city (D.C., Memphis, Duval County)
Let me walk you through the city (Naptown, Cleveland, Charlotte, Louisville, Denver, L.V., B-Mark, Boston, Seattle, real niggas worldwide)
Oh, yeah, put your city right here
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