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Rep Yo City
E-40, Petey Pablo, Bun B, Eightball, Lil' Jon, The EastSide Boyz
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Hah! Hah! Hah! (Hah, hah)
Hah! Hah! Hah! (Hah, hah)
Hah! Hah! Hah! (Hah, hah)
Hah! Hah! Hah! (Hah, hah)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard!
We 30 deep (30 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)
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is? Pimp juice (pimp juice)
We got a car full of cups in the trunk (in the trunk)
For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers up in here, straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the dig dogs at? Where's the city or set you claim?
Fame, X.O several drinks of champagne (champagne)
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost your chain
Out 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 you city playboy? (What's yo city?) Mine 9-4-5-9-1, Vallejo (Vallejo!)
That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speaking of yell, I hope I don't ever have to go back to slanging llello (slanging llello)
We fuckin' around (fuckin' around) like my niggas out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to your house, back to the fucking South
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
Could it be the way that I be reppin'? (Why?) For my niggas
Could it be the way that Petey Petey? (ride) for his niggas, show a nigga love (love)
(Raise up, motherfucker!)
You need to be reaching down pulling your goddamn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay your goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker!
Wherever you check your cheese, churn cream, make that butter
Wherever your ass got locked up at for all in that goddamn trunk
Y'all niggas don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be saying
I took an unknown piece of land (and planted) a goddamn flag
Say I didn't (did), motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this suma bitch
Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area, y'all niggas don't want no noise (noise)
With Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (Boyz)
Y'all niggas don't want no shit (shit)
With E-40 and the Click (the Click)
And you can say what you want, homeboy (homeboy), always be what it is (hey)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Rep your city! (What?)
Fuck that shit!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
From the land of the trill where the vanity's real
And your man will be peeled or at least branded, goddamn it, be ill
More horror than Amityville, no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' your will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' your smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't 'bout shoppin' in style
This 'bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles
Out the black in the 'Lac, swangas clack, and if they take no flack
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks, and you'll crack-break your back
Port Arthur got game to sell you, from drugs to paraphernalia
Guns that'll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he'll tell you
Memph', Tenn' representor (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 makin' sluts (what?)
You trippin' if you ain't got 22s on your truck (uh)
Dogs in the yard (yeah), pistol on the seat (uh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (what's up?) Big Ball got it poppin' (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent your city, let 'em know where you from
Rep your city!
Rep your city!
Rep your city!
Fuck that shit!
Rep your city!
Rep your city!
Rep your city!
Fuck that shit!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!
My niggas run this bitch! Nah, ho!