J-RHELTHE CITY Dirty South

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Written by Jezreal Hood, Composed by Kamal Gillespie, Remixed by Supasize

(1st verse) Converse sneaks, check! Jeans with a crease, check! Press up shirt, with the hammer on my hip, yeap! That’s for anybody thinking that I’m going to slip, Getting the banging on your ass like the bloods and the crips, (hey) Try to hold me down, but these haters lost their grip Now I’m floating in the sky like the Goodyear blimp. I’m realistic, these niggaz ain’t shit Call them lego men, they’re made of plastic (hey) Grab the trash bag for these garbage bastards (hey) Getting extra mics like these niggaz classics But I’m way better than more than a tad bit Try to pull a nigga down, how low can a crab get? Gotta quarantine a nigga cause the flow is too sick Flow immaculate, spitting rounds like clips (hey) Try to lock me to lock me down, but I got it lock down With the key to the city taking picture with the crown, like uh! (Hook) I from the city where they be getting to the money,Get dough! Five, ten, fifty to a hundreds, Get mo! Stay strap cause the streets so grimy, Get low! One to the head, put his ass on silence I’m from the city where them boys like to shine, Keep stunting! Top down, twenty-sixes on the ride, (hey) Keep stunting! Blanking out when they’re throwing up their signs Ya’ll know how it goes down! (2nd verse) Sharp to my left (check) bless to my right (check) Drama I aint worrying about, both games tight (yeap) Fly as we want to be, hoes on the pipe Middle fingers to the haters, it’s the Truders for life (hey) Told you I was coming, now I got the streets humming Niggaz getting record deals but they aint saying nothing Yea, I’m a boss, ya’ll just a tax write off Superman of the city, watch the boy fly off (hey) Steady on my grind cause I’m about getting rich (hey) Westside nigga on my Westside shit Gotta Westside swagger with a eastside chick She be loving how I be giving her that westside dick On West Boulevard yea I’m bumping my shit Call me Barry Bonds cause the boy make hits Got the city on smash, with the hammer in the dash If you run up on me plotting I’m going to let this bitch blast like, eh! (Hook) (3rd verse) Yea, I told you’re listening to something you’re not use to Better than the rest of them, my flow get like voo-doo Excuse you, you claim you’re number one; I’m bout to move you Number one contender moving up just to abuse you Watch just how I just cruise through, any hood Pulling up on the block like what’s really good Don’t smoke purp but I know niggaz who got plenty of No I am not a gangster, but I know niggaz with semis cuz One pull of the trigger have you laying down in plenty blood Raise by some ole G’s, ole G’s schooled me, Every since I was in school, hoes wanna to do me Yea, I heard your song, but your lyrics don’t move me So I gonna to set the bar so the people wont confuse me With these lame rappers who be talking about nada You boys ice cold, while I steaming like a sauna No gangsta, no grill, but I still bring the drama, I keep it so hood man (Hook) Ya’ll know how it goes down! x