Something' Mane'gtoi Need about three with me in this spot Mixing up my driz a While they stizz up on that row but See I'm a ridah When I flash it Ain
to ur city than the cruisers u r, make it hot let me cut like i did in a big paper rot wake up without ur car in a vacant lot red light, yellow light
gonna make you mine, yeah Gonna dance right out onto the edge of time When the sound starts pumpin' and the lights are flashin' And my hearts-a-thumpin
can make her old excuses sound new But I just want one clue Refrain: 'cause when the city drops into the night Before the darkness there's one moment of light
entered the domain of the living God My eyes beheld a vast concourse of souls from every nation Dressed in the spotless garments of the redeemed With a
have a wonderful time, niggas Everybody crashed the party, once in awhile we can get a little wild And ever now and then, I comin' out to show you how In the land, my city
s alright, the loveless Only a moment in time The prayers of all the people will fly Oh with the city tonight I'll wait for the sound of your voice to
, na, na Living in a poor man's Shangri-La Firme guys in their firme cars Underneath the moon and stars The city lights way down below What's that sound? What's that light
, satan's bred trash Big city madness, comfort my soul Give me a home where I can grow Sounds of guitars fill up the night Can't make me feel, I said
out of me New your city's neon lights just ain't my cup of tea I take that orange blossom special A song I know well A red neck down in georgia I love
A man lives in the city Surrounded by machines They take away his pity And give him what he dreams A stream of information On a green letter screen Makes
homesick blues When I go down to that city I just don't know wrong from right When I go back to you Mattie, well you make me see the light Love is a
over this city, yo i cover mad ground Surf the waves of traffic and yo, i get around Everybody in the kitchen when I'm the one cookin' And i ride a wild
A short delay The parrot blues Little voices mimic you It's not so hard to make that sound So watch your back, the 'Ides of March' Cut your hair like
what they've become Move past the people They make me feel so indifferent Serving their purpose It's their purpose to serve A thousand lights From
night sounds coming outta cars Headed to titti bars New York City stars We in a spot where much cash flashin' Niggaz lookin' for some action, I love this world wit a