Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The City, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
The City |
| Reporting live from my side, niggas is gettin' |
| All the product we had to break up, now every day I wake up |
| Somebody got a problem with Dave, uh |
| 'Cause I’m livin' a little better, or pull up sittin' on leather |
| With some bitches that’s from 'round y’all way? |
| Uh |
| Is it because I got my cake up? |
| Your wifey see me, I’m the reason y’all about to break up |
| All action, I don’t say much |
| All my life, I just wanted to pop |
| Set up the business right in front of the spot |
| You either want it or not |
| Window shopping, I just wanted to shop |
| My feet hurt and I walked hundreds of blocks |
| I ain’t said nothing to cops (Shh) |
| I ain’t even have the key, somehow I opened the lock |
| Focused off Pac |
| Chillin', blowing smoke on a yacht |
| Ain’t no love (Ain't no love, my nigga), in the heart of the city (Real talk, |
| where I come from) |
| Ain’t no love in the heart of town, oh |
| Ain’t no love (Uh), in the heart of the city (It's like they gettin' paid to |
| hate) |
| Ain’t no love (No love), in the heart of town (No love, ain’t no, ain’t no love) |
| I remember Dipset broke up, that shit woke the Loc up (Woke me up) |
| I was copping two for fifteens just trying to smoke up (Uh) |
| The D’s keep circling the block, they going doughnuts (Woop, woop) |
| Thinking about Maleek and Marcus, I gotta roll up |
| Now every night I go to sleep, pray to God they notice me |
| I’m vibing out to Floetry, just booked a hosting overseas (Overseas, we out) |
| They might pop that shit online, but they never approaching me |
| I’m hall of fame, nigga, like who coaching me? |
| Block was on fire, tell me who you know got as low as me? |
| Deliver like poetry, ain’t gotta ask her to go with me |
| You wasn’t in them cold December nights in the snow with me |
| We disrespect the opps openly, then go fuck they sister to Jodeci |
| Dreaming 'bout a spot we could hustle without no cops |
| Nobody came to rumble, we snuck it inside the spot |
| All they heard was shots, walked off in a pair of Prada socks |
| Niggas be Jay Reed, you not a cop (You not a cop, pussy) |
| Ain’t no love (Sucker-ass niggas), in the heart of the city (Really ain’t no |
| love) |
| Ain’t no love (You can show niggas love, but), in the heart of town, |
| oh (Nine times out of ten, that shit ain’t gon' come back) |
| Ain’t no love (Uh), in the heart of the city (Ain't no love, nigga) |
| Ain’t no love in the heart of town (Karma, karma) |