ya cough kid Drip drop gotta get them niggas off of it 'cause i'm, dangerous, I remain wit this Never forgettin them original niggas on my list Hit me
in the Chi you so blessed Leaving nothing on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex This ain't a test you ******* with a cold mess Meet me in Chicago let
or kick it in the tub 'Cuz we kick much ass at the Playaz Club You can't resist it but don't get it twisted V.I.P. that means the number's not listed
, see what's goin' on in the projects Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta See how it's goin' down in the dirty dirty Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago
just what you want Lay back, listen to the B side, slide, glide Do whatever you want, get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago
train, Listen to that engine whine. I'm gettin' off that old train: I'm goin' back to that good, good man of mine. Instrumental break. Hopped the freight out of Chicago
to St Louis and Chicago by the way From the hills of Minnesotta where the wrippling waters fall No changes can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball Listen
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball" Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say From New York to St. Louis and Chicago
William Blake We mix our own mythologies, we push them out through PA systems We dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen
, kid Don't ask me why I did it? I'm civilized damage to a nobody And I'm carryin' a gun if I'm rhymin' at the party New York, Chicago, Detroit, L.A.
da da la la da da La da da da da la la da da Listen If you don't want to find out the hard way Then listen to this song while the record plays When
climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand And I said, "Listen, bud I've traveled
all about it (No now wait a minute chil'e listen to me Cause when I'm up there in that big city I'm not gonna be thinkin' of anythin' but little ole you listen
the shit, cause it's startin to draw flies You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
you want Lay back, listen to the B Side Slide, glide, do whatever you want Get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers Starters from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago
we're turning out? This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played, Rich people get robbed, And broke niggas get payed. New York, London, Chicago
I know you You think I don't but I do I've been listening and I don't forget so I can do this I can pass the test You went to school in Chicago Your mom