lost weight Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares if you just throw it in the air
pumping up and down Jumpin thru the hoops Making every motion seem like forever There's air conditioning and brand new nails And phone calls from people
your hands in the air 'cause it's alright Hey, oh, don't you know? Hey, oh, baby, here we go Friday evening and the sun is going down Every city, every
us know we got the livest city hey, line up for the roll call - dallas, hey, line up for the roll call - san diego hey, line up for the roll call - kansas city
hustle on? from the 1st to the 15th? Oh man, we touched alota people with this one [see you at the crossroads, crossroads] A whole lota people with this
the automatic weapon status All of my thugs is here for your safety Everybody be glad they had us 'Cause we so thuggish ruggish, and yo, wee good, humble people (Humble people
gonna be [Em] RUFF RYDAS [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things aint always peachy keen as they seem City
, it's gonna be what it's gonna be Ruff Riders Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City
to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
good place for a stickup So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah I Can Beat Mike Tyson plus I'm Fresh er than the Prince of Bel Air And I
City wide north east west and the south side Everywhere I go there?s a girl on the corner Guns and drugs got the city like a sauna, And its getting warmer
hair girl Party everywhere girl Wake me up in San Francisco Where the love is in the air All the people stop and stare Baby, take me back to the city
in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the 'burbs licking rock and dressing hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
motherfucker, da bullshit Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo Brick City, Jersey
what Christmas time means to me City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people
wood with wheel on With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air
Pimp the ho Pimp that ho It?s like Too Short raps been around a while I rocked to the beat and got my own style I?m from the O city, and I said it before