| I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
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| Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
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| I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
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| Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
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| Yo, I’m rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky
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| Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies
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| Today a good day, I know, don’t jinx it
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| I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett
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| Baby, without blinking, I do it my way
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| I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K.
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| I’m rude, pardon me, I’m too hood
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| Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.
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| Who am I? |
| That nigga too fly
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| My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
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| I ain’t lying, I’m back, boy, you hit the backboard
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| I’m all swish, make a memo on your black board
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| This class here, nigga, is for the underground
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| UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down
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| And I ain’t playing games, homey, so get it right
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| Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
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| I dropped to 95, now I’m on 95
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| South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died
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| I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I’m certified
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| And when I ride, I’m with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive
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| I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearing ponies
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| And them older niggas was snapping on me
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| How many rappers know me? |
| I know what cash own
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| Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony
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| And now can’t nothing hold me, I fucks with UGK
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| Some dudes is more like Kobe, I’m more like Rudy Ray
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| You either in it pimping, or you just in the way
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| I love this life that I’m living, your shit can end today
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| Two things to know about me, I guess I’ll never change
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| And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain
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| And I ain’t playing games wit ya, so get it right
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| And I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
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| For the king of the trill is up in this bitch
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| Drop the top, but I get the switch
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| You see my level, he tuck the stitch
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| Texas, nigga, we getting rich
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| Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch
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| G-Code nigga, we don’t love the po-po
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| No more swag, now pass the dough dough
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| We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo
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| I’m bout my dough, ho, so don’t play with my bread
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| Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it’s dead
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| I’m popping that trunk and grabbing that chopper, putting that K to ya head
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| I’d rather be laying up in the bed with your baby and may getting head
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| Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, dripping like Bernadette
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| My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick
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| I’m riding bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler
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| And as far as the rims go, I’m an 84 dealer
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| A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady
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| Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty
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| This UGK 4 Life, if you ain’t know you better get it right
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| Why, 'I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
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| UGK, Redman, Method Man, in the fucking building, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City Lights , by - Method Man. Song from the album Blackout! 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп