Tennessee (Hip City!) You wanna be in the groove, boy You gotta come on with me (Where?) Clarksville, Mississippi Into Kansas City, town (Hip City) Get them hip
Traducció: Junior Walker. Hip Ciutat Pt 11.
mobbin' Oh, Kimosabe, big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Maine the G It's titty, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy
the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act Eight million stories out there, and they're naked Cities
sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded
, my name is Since five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city
who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other cities
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
't push the button on me Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music called hip
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End of century anthems, based off inner-city
are the only ones that really blush I'm real as fuck I pull that thing and hit em up That bullet travel hit a gut Then hit ya fitted up Hit ya whole city
goes through Saint Louis Down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh, so pretty You'll see Amarillo Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona Don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino If you get hip
, gettin' greater at last Where it counts, later for the last First you're dead and stinkin' Thinkin', winkin', drinkin', sinkin' Ba ba ba blinkin' Baby paw, New York City
get this cup of coffee Cop me a snack, somethin' I guess I better quit tryin' to be hip and get on down Yea man, like, you know I was born in New York City
the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down f*** the bus f*** the mayor f*** the city laws are unjust
Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me In a city boulevard, broken and
