Eboi, Million Styles - Cold City lyrics

(Million Styles) m-m-m-m Million
Eboi keep trillin on
Let me tell you where we come from

Welcome to Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Every man a thug and dem
A smoke up the sticky
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Everybody want to to be a thug round here
(Eboi)
I'm scared of these lil kids eight and older
Forget about now but as they get older
And as every day get colder
In the quest to fight the hunger
They get bolder before they can say Crayola
Wouldn't believe the kind
Of shit they be taking note of


Mix that with the baking soda
And all over Stocktown gangstas taking over
And don't be thinking that the
Government won't attempt to
Stick you up in the middle
Of the concrete jungle
But then they gon pretend to
Act like they got a hand to lend you
But in reality won't defend you
Thinking that you sitting at the table
But you on the menu
Where two million strangers reside
Ain't no one exchanging no smiles
Thank God for public transportation but
That's where strangers collide
Cuz they leave they house and
They leave the feelings behind
Start with a seat and somebody get beaten to
Death but nobody pays it no mind
Folks from across the nation come looking
For fame in my city
Some move up, some get stuck
Playing with that cocaine in my city
See you can feel pain in my city
Bad news poor like rain in my city
Too many given and all too often
Somebody be jumping in front of
A train in my city

(Million Styles) welcome to
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Every man a thug and dem
A smoke up the sticky
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Everybody want to to be a thug round here
(Eboi) crime scenes and segregation
Manipulation, pigs and investigation
Kids without destination
Drug addiction turn into desperation
Isn't it just amazing
Conflicts turn to premature expiration
They used to wanna throw hands
Now they wanna put an end to ya respiration
But you ain't gotta worry if you happen
To be here on vacation cuz it happens
Far away from the king and his castle
Where they got no guided tours
The type of shit you won't find brochures
But if you stepping out the hotel right
In front of a dope sale just kindly ignore
And the cold gets way below freezing
But the coldest be the police, no less
Stepping over the homeless
Don't nobody cut em no slack
Government don't cut em no checks
And if you looking for trouble
There's lots to choose from
Trafficking heroin to prostitutes
On the street
Right next to the street that everybody
And they pops get loose on
Folks from across the nation come looking
For fame in my city
Some move up, some get stuck
Playing with that cocaine in my city
You can feel pain in my city
Bad news poor like rain in my city
Too many given and all too often
Somebody be jumping in front of
A train in my city (Million Styles)
Blue Line, M-Line green Line, Red Line
You better watch where you step
Anything could happen anywhere

Right here in
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Every man a thug and dem
A smoke up the sticky
Stocktown City, such a cold city
Show no love, said they show no pity
Stocktown City, what a calamity
Everybody want to to be a thug round here