City High, City High, '99, '99 If you my dog, let me hear you bark It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart Split you apart, you should
Пераклад: Горад высокіх. Коткі і сабакі.
wait and see you want a wish you better I dream a genie yo all i left there was a broken heart and a bunch of lies that i told her and i bounced before
trunk and we rollin' that bank Slang that bud on over yo thug So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate We straight get high, so high
get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just Hindu I do I go under and under like true lies Shakin' these fleas and shoo-flys royalties
goin wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City
radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs
Mase, DMX] [Sheek] Yo Hey yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers And Condominiums over-looking our drug capers New York City, the
I know you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin' Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
and grindin') we keep We keep (bump and grindin') yeah In the 'Jects stay (bump and grindin') Up top they (bump and grindin') Downtown they (bump and
it I don't wanna hear the bitching and ah.. Damn holdin back the water flow that'll food up your high plains High percifitation make me wanna go and
and where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring I'll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes and she'll bring the cadavers set em' free and
up with a regular mentality But I'm a target on the street and that's just reality Cats in the ghetto ain't never had a high salary Except makin' deals and
smiles to the gallon She can watch the world floating through Throw away your city clothes, throw away your suit Bring out your city rose, bring the dogs And the cats
hill And red mutant eyes gaze down on hunger city No more big wheels Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats And ten thousand peoploids
blocks, we kill em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin
rippy blocks, we kill 'em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel 'em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer
out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City
