shirt In my Hollister shirt, In my Hollister shirt And my lady on the right blowing grand daddy... (Daddy...) [Verse: City Boy] See I'm that boy that
dig? Hahaha... Its City Boy baby... aka the Killa Boo! Holla at ya City Boy! Word to ya moms.. And I'm out.. (Thanks to City for these lyrics)
[Intro: City Boy] Yeeah... Yeeah! Yeeeeah! Killa what? Killa who? Its the motherfucking Killa Boo! City Boy, You know you love it! Hahaha... Phoenix
brass knuckles and flashlights (yeah, c'mon) The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas (uh huh, yeah) Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us P. Diddy run the city
I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 we dippin oil, we drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [
4's cause we running this thang Some thangs never change they remain the same P-A-T and E-S-G and M-O-E gone bang rolling (Chorus 2x) (Big M.O.E.)
burden It's the wizard tha 36 ozies Hoe's see my ride and wanna say they a virgin 20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin H-town city slicker, buy my German
wrist looking chilly, u smell me,put my hand on my belly serv,a bit** like the deli (trap star x2)( rap x2)(gangsta x2) everything game f***,I does u
the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted car on swang With the top on drop and the trunk on pop Boy, you can't tell me a
!) Woooooooooo (Chamillitary Mayne) I'm coming down on them swangers, it's Texas Fo' Life [x4] I'm coming, I'm coming down R.I.P. to Pimp C Hawk, Moe
s Texas Fo' Life (WOO!) Woooooooooo (Chamillitary Mayne) I'm coming down on them swangers, it's Texas Fo' Life [x4] I'm coming, I'm coming down R.I.P
people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? (2X) Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? (repeat all 2X) Verse
show, I love the dough, hey (repeat 2X) Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G. Miracu-lous, pockets stay full Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors Snatch the P
know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days signed with that x band Me in the [? ] and that Street Military R I P Maleak in the day in
the world like a quake Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers Got an eye for them fuckers, that trying P.H
what I rep? Just check the chain In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9 He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
