Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay True To Your City, artist - Natas. Album song Blaz4me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Stay True To Your City |
| Stay true to ya city |
| Ain’t it a pity when they flip? |
| Comin' from Detroit |
| But they all on another city dick |
| But I ain’t goin' out like that |
| 'Cause Detroit city is where it’s at |
| Mothafuckas get on and get strong |
| Comin' from the D-Town |
| But when they get out they say |
| «See ya 'round» |
| Flip-flop, hip-hop |
| Tell me how ya livin' |
| My city gave to you |
| Tell me what you givin' to my city |
| Mothafuck the radio and mix the show |
| All they can do for me is suck a nigga dick, yo |
| Tell me what’s up with that |
| Matter fact grab my nutsack |
| Niggas can’t fuck with that |
| I got the funk, I got the funk |
| The mothafuckin' funk |
| I got the mothafuckin' funk |
| Headhunter finna hunt down heads |
| Redrum mothafucka 'cause I want yo ass dead |
| Now ain’t that a pity? |
| My attitude’s shitty |
| I chopped off a gangsta bitch titty |
| Fuck Eliot Ness, I’m down with Frank Nitty |
| Uh to the diddy diddy |
| And stayin true to my city |
| They got my attitude kinda shitty |
| Skipped to anotha city |
| Lookin' for pity |
| You gets none of that shit called love |
| From a nigga that hates ya |
| Boo-yah! |
| I gotta waste ya |
| Down in Detroit |
| Home of that Reel Life sound |
| Stay yo ass out my stompin' grounds |
| Born and raised, but ya raised up |
| Gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe |
| Let him roll with the punches let him get smacked |
| Runaway rapper man, never come back |
| Puttin' pain on your brain 'til your brain’s numb |
| Forgot who you was, forgot where you came from |
| Punk, I’m from the home of the brave |
| You skip town like a runaway slave |
| Gotta make your shit sell, so you sell your soul 'n shit |
| Crossed over and missed |
| I go back to back |
| Where the hoe? |
| Where the bitch nigga like that? |
| Gotta keep his shit phat |
| I’m from the place where it’s at |
| Mo' cracks, mo' jacks |
| Mo' blacks, mo' facts |
| Back to back |
| I stay true to my city |
| Much love for my city |
| My city got love for me |
| Ain’t no way in the world I’mma sell out, G |
| Like a bitch I know |
| Who crossed over, flip-flopped |
| Tried to come home and got her ass dropped |
| Ain’t no shame, ain’t no shame to the shit I kick |
| Got lost in the fog and jumped on another city dick |
| Dick sucka, mothafucka, case closed |
| True to the game, true to my city, hoes |
| Mo' funk, Motown |
| Dead bodies in my trunk and they bump like Pony Down |
| I get around like 2 Pac |
| See the fake mothafuckas every day on the Jukebox |
| But ya never see me on the TV |
| A real-ass nigga comin straight from the D, TNT |
| Showin' no mercy, showin' no pity |
| And stayin' true to my city |