Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C-Town, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song Strength & Loyalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
C-Town |
C-town's how we ride |
Chi-town's how we ride |
Midwest how we ride |
Come see how we ride |
Now feel the devistation |
And unification of the thugs in the middle of the map |
These niggas finna snap |
Spit it for niggas that bit it |
Then give them the buisness they gonna feel it when we jack |
And be quick with it, be crack |
Hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I’mma see who |
I ain’t fuckin' with the Midwest |
You could try attackin' me and bombin' |
Me I’mma be spittin' so fast, they wanna ask how he did that? |
Bone Thugs and we gotta spit a hard flow |
It’s worthy compitition everywhere that I go |
But ain’t no messin' with Cleveland or Chicago |
Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago |
Or Gallardo, or Ferrari, or Diablo |
As long as the car go quick, flow so sick |
Thought it was drama between Bone and Twista we do it like this |
I’m from a place, really ain’t safe, Cleveland the birthplace |
Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty |
Tim’s in the winter with the j’s in the summer |
All four season’s we stay workin' |
Ride with a g' |
Come and slide with a g' |
With the true’s on the lac we can ride to the beat |
Light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me |
Gotta keep it real to survive in these streets |
Come see it for your self how live it can be |
Been walkin' to the chi back down to the d |
Michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys |
Standin' on the corner at 10 degrees |
We got pimps, dope pushers, and petty thieves |
Crooked ass cops won’t let me breathe |
All my love for the city won’t let me leave |
What they expect from me? |
They want the best from me |
They gonna get it, yeah |
I think it’s time we show them bone, how we ride |
And let everyone know just where we come from Midwest bounce |
It’s that bounce |
That make a nigga feel it when he off that ounce |
Of the mary mary mary |
Jane |
We the niggas showin' them different side of thangs |
Never seen a nigga that switched the rhyme this way |
Now everybody run and flip they style today |
Yup it’s kinda strange but |
A nigga got to give it up to the Midwest |
Who made 'em pick up the page before they get left |
Get a little bit of Twista and hit that |
Roll it up with some bone thug sit back |
Just feel the vibe |
And ya never let a player hater kill ya high |
With this shit we be spittin' we gon' steal ya mind |
Once again it’s the Midwest side (West-side) |
You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here |
Nigga Midwest where the weed ain’t the best but we came up |
Now we get flew from the West coast, (West coast baby) |
We flow fast |
So many words in one bar |
We spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard |
Who the underdogs |
The West done done it |
The East done done it |
The South hard |
They keep it togather, (together) |
On the same level |
Midwest got the weapons |
It’s ours here them thugsta’s, no care |
We like to fight, (fight) |
On the West we get right, (right) |
In the East it’s about they favorite night |
In the South it’s whatever ya like |