bowl of Chex Mix And I always feel safe when I'm in your flesh mitts Your teeth so clean coulda swore you were British Never take your Chex Mix 'cause you always
Sometimes I feel, like I need a vacation Sometimes I feel, like I wanna go To the city of cavemen, the city of Bedrock I'd be a Flintstone, now I'll tell
they get down, body rock [body rock, bock rock, body rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock
' Bone Could they rest in peace? My niggas sleep Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up
how we do it we gon' always keep it real, even when the high powers wanna ban our noise, we get back to the block with some rocks and a radio rappin'
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit Buck, buck to the bang Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah A nigga that always at my city with me Now, who was
I'm Bone, Bone We steppin' inside the party, Marti Grati Now get me a shot of Bacardi, let it get up in my body Make my body, body rock, rock, I'm known
is 'bout to die Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland And I couldn't sell out my city Murder now to come up, move Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me
Long long gone [Rock City:] See my best friend used to stay with me Each and every day he'd chill with me Always told me to pray for me But I always
bubble like the vest, piece hangin on my chain chain hangin on my chest chest the game is on lock money power and respect, i started in the streets choppin rocks
??m callin up my boyz, theya??re gonna bring the noise When we hit the dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til
with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks
gettin into the money the Donald Trump money , a proud way of stuntin' and problems keep on comin' And girl you know I'm out dere on the road, Different city
, I ain't got nothing to do Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Don't you know things always look ugly To me they always
even People call me Tricky for particular reason I've got you see and i've got to let you know See we're rockin' in your area rock beneath your balcony
happy When you learn he's moving in with me He bought me a big ring we moved to the city Now you won't stop calling 'Cause you always thought that you
my ghetto. No mercy nigga no mercy no mercy nigga ima neva say die thas what my O.G. told me. ( believe that southside city nigga) Chorus: My ghetto
So we were in Amsterdam. And we were staying at this guy Tas' house, good friend of ours. Um, it was kind of in the middle of the city. We were just finished