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Текст песни Lil` Jon and the Eastside Boyz f Bun B, - Rep Yo City

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[Intro: Lil` Jon]Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh!Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh![Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!)Rep yo city!!! (what!, fuck that shit!, what!), rep yo city!!! (what!)Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!, fuck that shit!)My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)[Verse 1: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] - (repeat 2X)Cut loose motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!In the club motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!In the truck motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!Throw it up motherfucker, go back, go hard!!![Verse 2: E-40]We thirty deep (thirty deep), we bleed the block (bleed the block)We milk the Ave. for damn near everything the Ave. got (Ave. got)We do the fools (do the fools!), we act a nut (act a nut)Set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up!What it do?, what it is? Pimp Juice (Pimp Juice)Got a car with the cups in the trunk (in the trunk)For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawersUp in here, straight break it all off (break it all off)Where the dig dogs at?, what city or set you claim?Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne (champagne)Hustlers in the game trying to maintain, lost your chainOut of control, we so cold (so cold)I`m on another level (another level)Went head up with the devil (with the devil)I never been a sucker (been a sucker)I always been a rebel (been a rebel)What`s your stomping ground? (stomping ground?)What turf you from? (turf you from?)What`s your city playboy? (what`s your city?) mine 94591Vallejo! (Vallejo!) that`s all I yell (that`s all I yell)Speaking of yell, I hope I don`t have to go back to slanging llello (slanging llello)We fucking around (fucking around), my niggaz out there in Oakland, D-TownPut it down from my house all the way to your houseBack to the fucking South![Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]Could it be the way that I be repping (why?!), for my niggazCould it be the way that Petey Petey (ride!), for my niggazShow a nigga love (love!, raise up motherfucker!!)You need to be reaching down pulling your god damn shirt up, that`s love!Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your homeWherever you lay your God damn Kangol down motherfucker!Wherever you check your cheese, turn C.R.E.A.M., make that butterWherever your ass got lots of fat for all that God damn trunkY`all niggaz don`t understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayingI took an unknown piece of land (and planted), a God damn flagSay I didn`t (did!), motherfucker I`d die for thisI`ve done my God damn thing, I brought my folks in this summer bitchHot Atlanta!, the Bay Area!, y`all niggaz don`t want no noise (noise!)With Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz (Boyz!)Y`all niggaz don`t want no shit (shit!)With E-40 & The Click (The Click!)You can say what you want homeboy (homeboy!)It`ll always be what it is (hey!)[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)[Verse 4: Bun B]From the land of the trill, where the vanity`s realAnd your man`ll be peeled or at least branded, God damn it we illMore horror than Amityville, no sorrow, hand me the steelYour tomorrow I can`t even feel - ought to be planning your willUGK ain`t dropped in a while, but still we stoping your smileKeeping boppers in file, standing on top of the pileAnd you`ll get popped with a smile, this ain`t about shopping in styleThis about syrup and candy paint, you see us chopping for milesOut the black and the `Lac, swingers clap and if they take your flaxYou`ll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you`ll crack-back your backHold up, they got game to sell you, from drugs to paraphenaliaGuns that`ll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he`ll tell you[Verse 5: Eightball]Memph`, Tenn representer (uh), Orange Mile nigga (yeah)Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter (uh huh)From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uh)From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood (yeah)Twankies on coupes (yeah), money making sluts (what?)You tripping if you ain`t got 22`s on your truck (uh)Dogs in the yard (yeah), pistol on the seat (uh)Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaksMy nigga Earl hollered (what`s up?) Big Ball got it popping (that`s right)Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped itFor all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunkRepresent yo city, let them know where you from[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)

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