Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rack City , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 06.01.2013
Song language: English
Rack City |
| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole? |
| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole? |
| Who that on the pole? |
| Is she that on the pole? |
| If you ain’t gettin' dough shawty, you don’t get to go |
| And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes |
| My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw |
| Rack, Rack City shit |
| Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties |
| And a hundred for your smile, I’mma be here for a while |
| I’mma be up with them ounces, I’ll see you when you out |
| Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain’t with the sucka' shit |
| All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government |
| Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya' |
| But don’t expect a ring if you committed to the hustle |
| Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit |
| She ain’t right like them old rap city skits |
| I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks |
| Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26 |
| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch |
| Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch |
| Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs |
| Who’s that in the nice black car? |
| Autopsy came back, results are? |
| Cause of death… bars |
| Gotta killa fo, for the llama |
| Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana |
| Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a |
| Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama |
| Black city Bitch, Black outta '03 |
| California king kush, black out from OG |
| You made ya death bed, now lay in it |
| The end is here, start sayin it |
| I’m in my other car, bout to get my other car |
| You like to talk to him, young, it’s a seminar |
| 12 carats, man that’s all ears |
| 1 through 6, man, it’s all gears |
| Got my other broad talking with my other broad |
| All them in the back talking to my other broad |
| OK, look like we got a foursome |
| 3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something |
| Yeah see I let my nigga hit that |
| He ain’t nuttin, so I let my nigga split that |
| Suit game, bag it, she might know something |
| But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something |
| Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl |
| But if your bullshit, I’ll leave ya wit a white girl |
| It’s all we doing nigga, ass n' tits |
| A-town nigga, yeah, trap city |
| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch |
| Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch |
| Black 4s, red drop head doors |
| Got ya whore doing shit that’s uncalled for |
| I see these bitches callin… I just hit ignore |
| James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre, |
| Ain’t got 'em? |
| Erry blood goin stop 'em |
| 120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin |
| Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain’t poppin |
| Ain’t got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas |
| Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding |
| I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine |
| YMCMB Nigga take defeat |
| Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek |
| Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out |
| And I’ll be countin money till I pass out |
| Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house |
| And I’ll be sayin something when I mash out |
| In the Lambo lookin like a fly |
| I shine like somethin in the sky |
| These haters hope I hurry up and die |
| Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye |
| Me and three females in the CL |
| Pink toe nails, tail like a beached whale |
| Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL |
| No phone, no twitter, no email |
| Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear |
| Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit |
| Pocket racked up, all big faces |
| At the party crib, full of broads all naked |
| Rosé cases, We pop daily |
| We stay faded, need no occasion |
| Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian |
| All go crazy for days in amazement |
| Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch |
| Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch |