This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to skippin Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin Chasin fat stacks, runnin down grands and submission I don't back track, every single sound for me different I don't own no ice, just got clean rap Don't ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap We could take it out to Houston where the rides all glossed up
Anybody I'm standin beside's all bossed up Burgular [?] they say I'm servin them rhymers And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater With trays in both hands, place an order I can cater uh I got the diamonds in my teeth flow Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my *chopped voice* speech slow Peep though, I only got pity for you lames Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
[CHORUS:] Yo, the city is mine (which one?) T-O-R-O-N-T-O D-R-A-K-E that's me You know how the story goes Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll And I play myself in the stereo And I make 'em wanna Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop it Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go! Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop it Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!
[VERSE 2:] Break it down like you working for your tuition at Howard Mama, get it how you live, that thang that you working is power Tryna be generous, so honey here's a tip Now-a-days it's gettin cheaper to put 20's on the whip So if you a opportunist look for 20's in the clip And if you find 'em attractive and funny, that's when you dip, dip And it's a trip, my city broke into sections Up North I got me a couple of troubles, couple connections And it's nothing that I created on purpose, there's people that gotta problem But they scared to let it surface, uh Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em See me out and they never utter a word to 'em Expect me not to draw a card from the deck Anybody in my city going hard I respect but, You gotta debt and you choose not to pay that Imma hop ya fence, come into your yard and collect, lect uh It ain't a problem of concern bruh, I always end up with exactly what I earn bruh This ain't last year, money like a cashier, so hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine And, I be on by the fence as soon as anybody stepping out of line, line And I got way too much love, for the city I can never get too much of And if anybody hatin on me, I deport 'em, the city is mine boy
[CHORUS:] Yo, the city is mine (which one?) T-O-R-O-N-T-O D-R-A-K-E that's me You know how the story goes Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll And I play myself in the stereo And I make 'em wanna Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop it Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go! Shake shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop it Girl, move that thang like you gettin money for college, go!
Break it down, break it break it down Break it down, break it break it down Break it down, break it break it down Break it down, break it break it down Break it downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
