now, 'The Doors' Here they are with their newest hot record Well, we gonna stop the show We're gonna stop the show Hello Detroit, hello Salt Lake Hello
Käännös: Ovet. Hello To Cities (Live).
Käännös: Ovet. Hello To Cities (Live On Ed Sullivan Show, 1967).
five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door
on my neck my pistols close 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
But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how
shuffled through the city on the 4th of July I had a firecracker waiting to blow Breakin' like a rocket who makin' its way To the cities of Mexico Lived
for, eagle street right by the store katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove lost some real niggas i knew from a long time ago but heaven or hell
Melvin has a natural obsession Askin' for Prince Albert in a can He gets a kick each time he makes a collect call To some guy he doesn't know who lives
the morning, Hop up in them throne and Wave to them haters like, what's up? (Say, What's up?) See, you might have to yell, 'Cause my music's loud as hell
of tellin you bye. Get the hell up outta my sight, lil mama you think I'm lien, here some money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live
fo', Eagle Street right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit Holly Grove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But Heaven or Hell
ambassador, knocking at your door Leading a click that's true, checking knowing all fifty-two See, all you tricks, best behave It's that Southern nigga mack from the city
get pimp-slapped And you ask me just how I feel Short Dog's living way too real I'm living way too real, bitch Short Dog in the house Can't help but live
piece of that rock Coke dealers Big time, baby Smokin Coke [ VERSE 2 ] Cocaine the demon, it knows you well Sellin you a trip to a place called hell
' up to men that made money off of drugs Being surrounded by chicks in a club Like who the hell said money can't but love? And school is where the attitude starts More city
Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul
