sayin'? The lion came out the motherfuckin' cage aight White people sittin' on the front row like they do, you understand me? One of 'em wanna throw some popcorn at the lion
call you all type of bimbo But you know you're not a hoe Bwoy pickade, check out your history Brown man is a God in any city White, man knew dat and
street then the Paddle pop lion. Chorous: It's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / Even though it's a little dirty, it's alright in the city
What happens on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If you give me a cigar then a cigar I'll bust Put that white
dick and ride it My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin' It rains a lot in my city, because my city's cryin' Because my city's dyin' still
on my bus stays on my bus And that white widow weed out the jar is a must If u gimme a cigar than a cigar i bust Put that white widow weed in the cigar
lion So you know exactly what I am I am like a lion in ... The same streets wanna get to you .. But no matter what they say it's where I was raised When lions
a walk where I wanna eatin' the seaweed. Sippin' this green tea. Big fish in this small world. They'll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city
a walk where I wanna eatin' the seaweed. Sippin? this green tea. Big fish in this small world. They?ll all believe me For knocking a shark off, protecting my city
Verse 1 Come on, come on Its going to get crazy in the city ASkin God is he really coming back to get me or playing with yeaa And everything i ever learned
So I'll just go right on lovin' you Down all the days and the years This city keeps on changing But you haunt me everywhere From the lions at the library
I mash on this white chump Front back side 2 side on a speed bump I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350 Roar like a lion, high speed on a
you hear when the lion within you roars Will you take to the hills Will you stand Will you stand for it Will you hear when the lion within you roars Could
my bus stays on my bus and that white widow Weed out the jar is a must if you gimme a cigar than A cigar I bust put that white widow weed in the Cigar
it all day she dont even take a breather she just wanna walk around my place in my wife beater [verse 2] wild wild west dough, though them girls white
white, like the stripes on a zebra I can be a gazelle, chase me baby I can be a lion, crazy baby I can be up, up I can be down Bigger then your city,
're listenin, time to up the ante, in the cities and the shantys, show the balance-of-power-ain with the few it?s with the many, black brown white, united