We Built This City, Pt. 2 (2020 Remaster)
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Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city on rock and roll
Ran the roads and I spit mean
Now I flow with a sick team
You man are slow like you sip lean
Round here we keep our whips clean
If 30's the new 20, then brother I must be 16
Built this city, brought Killa and Dane here
And killed the city, we really got fame here
Take your broad, see May don't play fair
I turn her out, her mouth is my daycare
So peasant kiss the ring
Naija monarchy, descendants of a king (Oi oi!)
And balling is the image
So the watch, wrist and chain got war colours in it
But, don't take it to the gunplay (I'm that guy)
Why you think they call him Runway? (I'm that fly)
Not a crew, more a franchise
We the lost men standing, waving the flag high
Yo we built this city blud, just like a coke line
It started off slow, but now the dough's fine
The whole time we've been sitting on a goldmine
Now we're here to share the treasure, watch my flow shine
The road's mine, on the box of a cosign
You're a dick and your bitch she can blow mine
They studied our flows, watch how we rock clothes
Reason we ain't blown yet, only God knows
Haters they be watching me, see them try to plot on me
Couldn't see I got the winning ticket to the lottery
Brethers ain't as hot as me, they lying, they ain't making dough
Blud I'm on my grind, I be dividing watch my paper grow
It's kinda dirty, listen, I need to clean my money
I see the sky, I see the weather, wanna see it sunny
Hut will never die, picture it as Jesus
We resurrecting it brother, we are the leaders
It's Biggs man, you know the guy
Chauffeur when I'm rolling by
Nowadays the bitches say I'm floating cause I'm overfly
Iced out, a nigga cold like sea breeze
For three Gs I made my finger glow like ETs
Call me Biggs Brining, shit I spit lightning
Zip my whip frightening, pimp the chicks liking
And I'm known to start cannon blowing through your heart
Damn, now none of you ain't standing up like Rosa Parks
Death quick, swerve off, riding in a black whip
Fuck a matchstick, I burn iron like a blacksmith
And my stack's sick, diagnosis obese
Oh please, nigga stop whining, you don't know grease
The wrist messy brother, the ring jelly coloured
My brother told me to grind cause we weren't meant to suffer
Fly boy, so bitches grab the cock and blow
Cause we built this city on rock, sand and gold
While you was getting up, sipping tea, eating your cornflakes
I was getting up, billing weed, reloading on road flake
About to call my shotta for more weight
My skrilla right, to make sure that it's all straight
I know what you niggas like, fiends only want that peng
Man's posted on the ends, we get cream
Wrist gleam, inf beam on the skeng
My sick team, 16 flows, yeah we're crazy with it
Niggas don't spit mean, why? Because they're lazy with it
It's a new era, road music, shotta rap
We're just tryna rep our ends and put our city on the map
In the coupe Benz, with a four fizzy on my lap
This is real talk, true stories I'm spitting on the track
Yo Mega, May, show 'em how we do it big
In the SL stunting, press the button, remove the lid
On the streets we're cruising, see police we lose 'em
Euro gang, bang, plus the grease is moving
They said relax Mega, no
We the first to rap for the road
Take it back round the globe
Fuck it back, let it go
And it goes how it go
Rat-tat-tat-ta-brrat when it blow
Woah, now that's stains on your white tee
Might be the reason brothers ain't like me
It's for my melanin, we slice keys
Shot brock, stay with the white girl, I'm Ice-T
But I ain't talking 'bout coco
I'm talking docklands, waiting on the boatload
On the low so, I'm ducking the po-po
Scuffing's a no-no, I'm bussing my ocho
I can tuck him in, or put a slug in him
But Lz, these niggas pussy, they ain't worth nothing
My niggas is loose like blizzard in juice
The war's on, I'mma bring in the troops
It's shoe-roke gang!