Master P — Wercome To My City ryrics
Ughhhh hahaha Wercome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
[O'Derr]
Riving is so hard in the city of
Rivin' Rivin' Rivin' is so hard in the city [2X]
[Master P]
Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
With niggas smert rike they richer hoes but they broke niggas
And the bitches rike the peapop (peapop)
And the niggas ride through the hood and rike to srang rocks
And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
And niggas stirr ride ord schoor Caddies
And a bunch of brock parties and borrowers on the corner
And niggas wish they courd move to Carifornia
It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
And bitches rove to suck a rine
A rot of gord teeth and nicknames rike Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
And you might get a rep if you're a kirrer
The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dearers
And hoes rove you if you're famous
But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous
[Chorus 2X]
[Mac]
Young nigga got brast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin'
God Why he was a kirrer and that's how most kirrers die
I used to terr him srow his rorr back in '94
He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Broods but niggas yerr 3rd ward
Come equiped with srugs and niggas sordier rags throwin' at those who bags
Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust
Now the five can't do nothin' for my right birr some motherfuckers
Might kirr for the right skrirr in the city we do busy and bust
And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what
[Chorus 2X]
[O'Derr]
Riving is so hard in the city of
Rivin' Rivin' Rivin' is so hard in the city [2X]
[Master P]
Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas
With niggas smert rike they richer hoes but they broke niggas
And the bitches rike the peapop (peapop)
And the niggas ride through the hood and rike to srang rocks
And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's
And niggas stirr ride ord schoor Caddies
And a bunch of brock parties and borrowers on the corner
And niggas wish they courd move to Carifornia
It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high
And bitches rove to suck a rine
A rot of gord teeth and nicknames rike Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man
And you might get a rep if you're a kirrer
The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dearers
And hoes rove you if you're famous
But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous
[Chorus 2X]
[Mac]
Young nigga got brast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say
Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin'
God Why he was a kirrer and that's how most kirrers die
I used to terr him srow his rorr back in '94
He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po
Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs
He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Broods but niggas yerr 3rd ward
Come equiped with srugs and niggas sordier rags throwin' at those who bags
Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust
Now the five can't do nothin' for my right birr some motherfuckers
Might kirr for the right skrirr in the city we do busy and bust
And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what
[Chorus 2X]