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Poison Clan – City Boy lyrics
Do
back, in yo' motherfuckin' ass again it's, the Poison Clan For!
the nine-tre ( )?So! everybody in the house lemme, hear ya say "Poison
Claaaan "!(Poison Claaaan )!Lemme
hear ya say "Poison Claaaan "!(Poison Claaaan )!Yo
Money kick, the fly shit Verse!
1 JT: Money Mic-check
1-2 time, to wreck with the ill shit the, real shit Bitches
on the dils-nik plus, I got skills kid, Suckas
can't hang with the styles that I let go They
all get Petrol I, play 'em like tech mo Fade
out pitch, black to the right I
run that ditch like Lorenzo White For
a touchdown nigga, from Rufftown No
I don't fuck 'round peace, to my nigga named Bustdown What
now Suckas? can't see me Niggas! want to be me Bitches
on my dick 'cause, I roll with the PC We
be chillin' livin', like villains Gotta
keep the strap 'cause, them niggas be illin' I
got flavor plus, I'm gettin' paper Hoe
if, you want to holler hit, me on my SkyPager Might
see you later then, again I might not 'Cause
I run the block with Big Ram and you-wop Don't
stop to the boogie baby, doll Verse
one a, nigga out like that y'all Uh!
Come! on Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
Do! the City Boy OK! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy Do!
do, the City Boy OK! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy Do!
Do! the City Boy OK! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy Do!
2 JT: Money "Shake
Watcha Mama Gave Ya" was a hit now, I'm on some other shit Niggas
don't know who they fuckin' with I'm
the one nigga to make the hoes shake ass Pussy
flaw niggas y'all, better break fast Tryin'
to sound like me tryin', to be like me why'
need to stop ridin' on my D-I-see K,
motherfuckers, y'all, know who I'm talkin' 'bout Your
records only here when I ain't got a record out Booty-ass
track corny-ass, rap Every
time you see me try, to give a nigga doubt But
I don't want yo' doubt motherfucker, you, can keep it Try
to imitate me but you keep makin' weak shit Niggas
don't step 'cause I got a gat That'll
bust 40 rounds thorugh his heart to his back Like
this like, that crack, his head with a Suflex Peace
to the hoes that's down with group-sex The
hell with a pretty boy Verse!
two silly, suckas do, the City Boy DO, IT Uh!
Do! the City Boy OK! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy Do!
on Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
Do! the City Boy OK! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy Do!
Come! on Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
the niggas Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
All! the hoes do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
3 JT: Money PC's
the squad Rufftown's, the Mob Suckas
lookin' hard they, only get scarred Mike
Fresh made the track and it's hittin' Baby
if, you're gonna mess around make, 'em wear a mitten I'm
representin' Rufftown check, the way the group swing Girlies
on the tip wantin', me to knock the poontang City
Boy in effect gettin', hype 'Cause
y'all shit played out like the pin stripes But
JT keep' comin' with the rough shit And
I'm not the City Boy you want to fuck with So
don't be on me if, you don't know me Peace
to Clayvosie yeah, that's, my homie A-shooby-do-wop
I, packs me an you-wop I
roll with a you-wop that's, down with the boot-knock So
girls don't, front like you ain't down I
got the Fever For Da Flavor like H-Town And
if you see somethin' you want then, pursue it Posion
Clan out do, the City Boy DO, IT Uh!!
Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
it Yeah! do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
it Rufftown! do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
Luke! Records do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the CityBoy Do!
Fresh in the house do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! theCity Boy Do!
man in the house do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
Ram in the house do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
Team in the house do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK! the City Boy Do!
it Do!
back, in yo' motherfuckin' ass again it's, the Poison Clan For!
the nine-tre ( )?So! everybody in the house lemme, hear ya say "Poison
Claaaan "!(Poison Claaaan )!Lemme
hear ya say "Poison Claaaan "!(Poison Claaaan )!Yo
Money kick, the fly shit Verse!
1 JT: Money Mic-check
1-2 time, to wreck with the ill shit the, real shit Bitches
on the dils-nik plus, I got skills kid, Suckas
can't hang with the styles that I let go They
all get Petrol I, play 'em like tech mo Fade
out pitch, black to the right I
run that ditch like Lorenzo White For
a touchdown nigga, from Rufftown No
I don't fuck 'round peace, to my nigga named Bustdown What
now Suckas? can't see me Niggas! want to be me Bitches
on my dick 'cause, I roll with the PC We
be chillin' livin', like villains Gotta
keep the strap 'cause, them niggas be illin' I
got flavor plus, I'm gettin' paper Hoe
if, you want to holler hit, me on my SkyPager Might
see you later then, again I might not 'Cause
I run the block with Big Ram and you-wop Don't
stop to the boogie baby, doll Verse
one a, nigga out like that y'all Uh!
Come! on Do! the City Boy OK!
Do! the City Boy OK!
do, the City Boy OK!
Do! the City Boy OK!
2 JT: Money "Shake
Watcha Mama Gave Ya" was a hit now, I'm on some other shit Niggas
don't know who they fuckin' with I'm
the one nigga to make the hoes shake ass Pussy
flaw niggas y'all, better break fast Tryin'
to sound like me tryin', to be like me why'
need to stop ridin' on my D-I-see K,
motherfuckers, y'all, know who I'm talkin' 'bout Your
records only here when I ain't got a record out Booty-ass
track corny-ass, rap Every
time you see me try, to give a nigga doubt But
I don't want yo' doubt motherfucker, you, can keep it Try
to imitate me but you keep makin' weak shit Niggas
don't step 'cause I got a gat That'll
bust 40 rounds thorugh his heart to his back Like
this like, that crack, his head with a Suflex Peace
to the hoes that's down with group-sex The
hell with a pretty boy Verse!
two silly, suckas do, the City Boy DO, IT Uh!
Do! the City Boy OK!
on Do! the City Boy OK!
Do! the City Boy OK!
Come! on Do! the City Boy OK!
the niggas Do! the City Boy OK!
All! the hoes do, the City Boy OK!
3 JT: Money PC's
the squad Rufftown's, the Mob Suckas
lookin' hard they, only get scarred Mike
Fresh made the track and it's hittin' Baby
if, you're gonna mess around make, 'em wear a mitten I'm
representin' Rufftown check, the way the group swing Girlies
on the tip wantin', me to knock the poontang City
Boy in effect gettin', hype 'Cause
y'all shit played out like the pin stripes But
JT keep' comin' with the rough shit And
I'm not the City Boy you want to fuck with So
don't be on me if, you don't know me Peace
to Clayvosie yeah, that's, my homie A-shooby-do-wop
I, packs me an you-wop I
roll with a you-wop that's, down with the boot-knock So
girls don't, front like you ain't down I
got the Fever For Da Flavor like H-Town And
if you see somethin' you want then, pursue it Posion
Clan out do, the City Boy DO, IT Uh!!
Do! the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK!
it Yeah! do, the City Boy OK!
the City Boy OK!
it Rufftown! do, the City Boy OK!
Luke! Records do, the City Boy OK!
Fresh in the house do, the City Boy OK!
man in the house do, the City Boy OK!
Ram in the house do, the City Boy OK!
Team in the house do, the City Boy OK!
it Do!
