Method Man, Redman, Bun B - City Lights lyrics
[Method Man, Redman, Bun B - City Lights lyrics]
I get tore up
I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city
I get tore up under city lights
I get tore up
I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights
Yo, I'm rolling in my ride
My eyes real chinky
Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies
Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it
I 'will' keep a 'smith'
Just like Jada Pinkett
Baby, without blinking, I do it my way
I shit on folks, the opposite of R k
I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood
Doc on your mind all the time, like New ERA
Who am I? That nigga too fly
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
I ain't lying, I'm back, boy
You hit the backboard
I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard
This class here, nigga
Is for the underground
UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down
And I ain't playing games
Homie so get it right cuz I 'get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
I dropped in '95, now I'm on 95
South in the Dirty
Been "Ridin Dirty" since Dirty died
I gets it early, my nigga, heard me
I'm certified
And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble
New Jersey Drive i make it happen
Homie I take you back when
I was wearing ponies
And them older niggas was snapping on me
How many rappers know me? I
Know what cash own
Face it, this game I take it
In holy matrimony
And now can't nothing hold me
I fucks with UGK
Some dudes is more like Kobe
I'm more like Rudy Ray
You either in it pimping
Or you just in the way
I love this life that I'm living
Your shit can end today
Two things to know about me
I guess I'll never change
And keep this money like Southern Cali
It never rains
And I ain't playing games wit ya
So get it right and I 'get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
Yeah, UGK for life RIP to the Pimp
Miss you bro this for you bankroll
Well the king of the trill
Is up in this bitch
Drop the top, but I hit the switch
You see my leather seats tucked and stitched
Texas, nigga, we getting rich
Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch
G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po
No more swag, now pass the dough dough
We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo
I'm bout my dough, ho
So don't play with my bread
Man, I be trying to stop the
Violence nowadays so it's dead
I'm popping that trunk and
Grabbing that chopper
Putting that K to ya head
I'd rather be laying up in the bed
With your baby and may getting head
Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted
Dripping like Bernadette
My steering wheel is woodgrain
I grip it and turn it quick
I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes
Like a Steeler
And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer
A SLAB peeler when I mash out in the Caddy
Lean it back up on the leather, man
And smoking on a fatty this UGK 4 Life
If you ain't know you better get it right
Why, 'I get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
UGK, Redman, Method Man, in
The fucking building, bitch
I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city
I get tore up under city lights
I get tore up
I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights
Yo, I'm rolling in my ride
My eyes real chinky
Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies
Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it
I 'will' keep a 'smith'
Just like Jada Pinkett
Baby, without blinking, I do it my way
I shit on folks, the opposite of R k
I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood
Doc on your mind all the time, like New ERA
Who am I? That nigga too fly
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
I ain't lying, I'm back, boy
You hit the backboard
I'm all swish, make a memo on your blackboard
This class here, nigga
Is for the underground
UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down
And I ain't playing games
Homie so get it right cuz I 'get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
I dropped in '95, now I'm on 95
South in the Dirty
Been "Ridin Dirty" since Dirty died
I gets it early, my nigga, heard me
I'm certified
And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble
New Jersey Drive i make it happen
Homie I take you back when
I was wearing ponies
And them older niggas was snapping on me
How many rappers know me? I
Know what cash own
Face it, this game I take it
In holy matrimony
And now can't nothing hold me
I fucks with UGK
Some dudes is more like Kobe
I'm more like Rudy Ray
You either in it pimping
Or you just in the way
I love this life that I'm living
Your shit can end today
Two things to know about me
I guess I'll never change
And keep this money like Southern Cali
It never rains
And I ain't playing games wit ya
So get it right and I 'get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
Yeah, UGK for life RIP to the Pimp
Miss you bro this for you bankroll
Well the king of the trill
Is up in this bitch
Drop the top, but I hit the switch
You see my leather seats tucked and stitched
Texas, nigga, we getting rich
Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch
G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po
No more swag, now pass the dough dough
We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo
I'm bout my dough, ho
So don't play with my bread
Man, I be trying to stop the
Violence nowadays so it's dead
I'm popping that trunk and
Grabbing that chopper
Putting that K to ya head
I'd rather be laying up in the bed
With your baby and may getting head
Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted
Dripping like Bernadette
My steering wheel is woodgrain
I grip it and turn it quick
I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes
Like a Steeler
And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer
A SLAB peeler when I mash out in the Caddy
Lean it back up on the leather, man
And smoking on a fatty this UGK 4 Life
If you ain't know you better get it right
Why, 'I get tore
I get tore up' under city lights
UGK, Redman, Method Man, in
The fucking building, bitch