reppin' my city
Singer:rick ross
i be reppin my city i be reppin my city
i be reppin my city er er er'y night
i be reppin my city - no one can do it better
let the top back on the chevy
soon as i step in the room
hundred thousand in jewels
thats a whole lotta moves
so what's a soldier to do
standin in his bloody boots
yea i'm fresh outta boot camp
counterfeit bills will get you killed
12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner
and these bitches under cover
tell the truth i ain't a lover
but i fuck her like i love her boss. i be reppin my city
turn em to good and plenty
i be flippin dem flounders
come get a taste of my hood
i'm da captain of the corner
so lets patch em up and blow em
you know how we get it don
and we in the same struggle
gotta million dollar profit
just know. wherever i'm at i'm good nigga
like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs
next to million dollar nextel
ain't trippin other checks now
you in danger at 16 with the beam
one in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
head bussa from the bronx
hundred thousand worth of ice
crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
put my hand on the pipe torch
this the bottom of the beaker
where the beach is sexy blue
i'm in that dolphin-colored s5
got the grill out my left fold
i gotta plush seat from ingo p
just know i rep my city thru miami's e
i'm miami's baby. brisco to opalocka