from Cleveland is the city, city that we come from Cleveland is the city that we come from Cleveland is the city, city that we come from Cleveland is
we don?t know how to act, so fuckin' you get the smack Ain?t nothing shitty bout my city or the pity it lacks If it?s on then it?s on From dusk to red
Vas recorriendo La ciudad Buscando algo de Cordialidad En los rincones De algún bar Dejas tus penas Y tu soledad Y es que tú sabes Que
Lying awake The other one's waiting To keep me at bedtime Or just for a moment Make it go away Make it go away Things won't change for me Out of this
my bitches 13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red
as my hai-ai-air Hai-ai-air, hai-ai-air Sometimes I want some raccoon or red highlights Just because I want my friends to think I'm dynamite And on Friday, Rock City
will Hard row to hoe all by yourself We hit the city and it swallow you whole You got no friends darlin? to satisfy your soul And then the sidewalk ends, lights all red
my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known Got the gold thriller, Mike Jackson on these niggas All I need's a fucking red
nothin' wrong (OH THAT'S CRAZY) That's how it is when you in the game so long (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Man, we been had the keys to the city (OH THAT'S CRAZY
probably get wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone
alive, I'm in ya top five Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene First new Camaro that the city's ever
Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked
money Let it roll if we got the gas It gets wild, yeah, but that?s the way We get down in a Hicktown We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
. is where I'm speakin' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers Red or
dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End of century anthems, based off inner-city
dream about, the life I'm living now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! [Verse 1 - Kevin Rudolf] Known from the city where no one believed