Текст песни Poison Clan - City Boy
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Yeahhh, back in yo` motherfuckin` ass again, it`s the Poison Clan! For the nine-tre (?)! So everybody in the house, lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)Lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)Yo Money, kick the fly shit!Verse 1: JT MoneyMic-check 1-2, time to wreck with the ill shit, the real shitBitches on the dils-nik, plus I got skills, kidSuckas can`t hang with the styles that I let goThey all get Petrol, I play `em like tech moFade out, pitch black to the rightI run that ditch like Lorenzo WhiteFor a touchdown, nigga from RufftownNo I don`t fuck `round, peace to my nigga named BustdownWhat now? Suckas can`t see me! Niggas wanna be meBitches on my dick, `cause I roll with the PC We be chillin`, livin` like villainsGotta keep the strap, `cause them niggas be illin`I got flavor, plus I`m gettin` paperHoe, if you wanna holler, hit me on my SkyPagerMight see you later, then again I might not`Cause I run the block with Big Ram and U-wopDon`t stop to the boogie, baby dollVerse one, a nigga out like that y`all!Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Yeah, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Verse 2: JT Money"Shake Watcha Mama Gave Ya" was a hit, now I`m on some other shitNiggas don`t know who they fuckin` withI`m the one nigga to make the hoes shake assPussy flaw niggas, y`all better break fastTryin` to sound like me, tryin` to be like meY` need to stop ridin` on my D-I-C,K, motherfuckers, y`all know who I`m talkin` `boutYour records only here when I ain`t got a record outBooty-ass track, corny-ass rapEvery time you see me, try to give a nigga doubtBut I don`t want yo` doubt, motherfucker, you can keep itTry to imitate me but you keep makin` weak shitNiggas don`t step `cause I got a gatThat`ll bust 40 rounds thorugh his heart to his backLike this, like that, crack his head with a SuflexPeace to the hoes that`s down with group-sexThe hell with a pretty boy!Verse two, silly suckas, do the City Boy, DO IT!Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Wussup! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! All the niggas! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! All the hoes, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Verse 3: JT MoneyPC`s the squad, Rufftown`s the MobSuckas lookin` hard, they only get scarredMike Fresh made the track and it`s hittin`Baby, if you`re gonna mess around, make `em wear a mittenI`m representin` Rufftown, check the way the group swingGirlies on the tip, wantin` me to knock the poontangCity Boy in effect, gettin` hype`Cause y`all shit played out like the pin stripesBut JT keep` comin` with the rough shitAnd I`m not the City Boy you wanna fuck withSo don`t be on me, if you don`t know mePeace to Clayvosie, yeah, that`s my homieA-shooby-do-wop, I packs me an u-wopI roll with a U-wop, that`s down with the boot-knockSo girls, don`t front like you ain`t downI got the Fever For Da Flavor like H-TownAnd if you see somethin` you want, then persue itPosion Clan out, do the City Boy, DO IT!!Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it! Yeah, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it! Rufftown, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Luke Records, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the CityBoy! Mike Fresh in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do theCity Boy! Uzi man in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Big Ram in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Home Team in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it!