n a city by the sea A girl with black hair has only eyes for me Drinking and dancing in flat 6c A city by the sea seemed pretty shit to me When I was
something under priced Working weekends just to pay for drugs This little story keeps repeating itself Reading fashion mags to look at the girls In the city, in the city
shoes fit me right Just bendin corners - know just where you can find me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind What you know good (you know good
swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears Had to get out the hood And I can't justify genocide But I was born in the city where the skinny
' I guess I better quit tryin' to be hip and get on down Yea man, like, you know I was born in New York City on a Monday It seems I was out shinin' shoes
talk, like she know that she tha sh*t. You dont live witcha mamma cuz you moved up out da hood, couple years on ya own and ya still doin good. You aint
my mind Make it out, baby Let's make it Let's make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Telephone plastic baby Ahh, so good Oh, yeah Let's play good Oh
Tonight the city is full of....radios And all the distortion pedals are melted There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling And the roof is
I pick and choose, I don't get s*** confused I'm not with different crews We walk the same paths, but got on different shoes We live in the same building
we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good
nigga's dyin' You showed yours, now let me show you mine Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city
and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good
when I'm not in the mood? Don't feel like dancin', dancin' Rather be home with no one if I can't get down with you Cities come and cities go just like
Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x) Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap
eyes low from the Kush, similar to Asians J-Bar is up next, SOD Money Gang one day in my shoes man you boys cant hang girls say i look good but im better
's old news The people you love are hard to find So I think if I were in your shoes I would be kind I look out for you Come rain, come shine What good
a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man, goddamn (Take it all, you need me) YB gang, that's the new thang Brand new chain is straight from Hussein Mo shoes
Murder is forever, don't fuck around once Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt Grimy and gritty, New York City
