My City ft. DJ Drama & Dave East Lyrics

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 goin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 feelin' real good, 'bout to walk you to the hood

Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (Goin')

And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (Blowin' 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 rollin' 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 fuckin' 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 coppin', preparin' for when the fall come

A lot of niggas hatin', 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, rollin' 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, pumpin' 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 bangin' 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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