those city lights, those sparkling city lights, those twinkling city lights blurring my eyes. I love those city lights, the color of city sights that shine under city lights
pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love You don't
the city Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon) Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full
It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who
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 is a serious task Didn't know
' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what
] I climb a mountain top with just one rope Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
not the same Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game, Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta
C-A-T E-M-P-I-R-E-S G-O-T A Party H-A-P-P-E-N-I-N-G and it's a G-O-Double N-A be seeing The break of dawn Then keep on rockig it Can you tell me something
why, I've got a criminal mind City lights, diamond sky What a beautiful thing to be alive Everything is all that I desire Paper's in my hand, a chance
lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up to Buffalo
? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up
day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley
yo, I know somethin' you don't know And I got somethin' to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a
but your father might Fuckin' hermaphrodite Duck the IRS, fuckin' Howard Stern's wife In traffic, bitch gave me head in real life L.A. city lights, C.A
yo street in a Range Rover (C'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (Hot shit!) Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound Light it up and take a
cookin ox-tail, peas and rice Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
