EOM - Sunday in the City lyrics
Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me Sunday in the city Sunday in Baltimore city And my B-More girl looks all the more pretty With her shorts on, And her shades in hand And every bar gots sports on, ravens fans Pack the street, First game of the season We in our own world we ain't came for that reason So let's take a long walk like Jill Scott There's this chill spot on this hill top where we'll stop Spark something up, have a laugh We got, two straws and a half n half And I'll be honest girl, I ain't got much money But I'll spend every dime to take you out to lunch honey Your picking, we can score chick and a half steak This west coast living got me missing them crab cakes So let's go, start drinking yo And maybe later we can catch the grilled lincoln show… Please Be Cautious… Of Abraham Lincoln's feet and top hat, As you enter Bill and Ted's excellent adventure telephone Booth… Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me Sunday in the city It's just another day yo, down in sunny day go Even though my money stay low I still manage, to find a tall smooth beer I swear all the hottest women in the world all move here I can't even drive down garnet Without damn near causing a car wreck These girls are ridiculous I think when axel rose wrote the lyrics to paradise city he pictured this It's just a, sunday on the porch my crew's chill in' out Listening to Zap, playing horse shoes grilling out Thinking it can't get no better than this but it's bitter sweet as I reminisce… Cuz every time I think of that city, I think of my man Fresh And wish he was still with me on the stoop Watching the women walk through I wish he was still living to talk to…. Damn Be cautious… Joan of Ark and Ghengis Khan can be quite unruly as you enter Bill and Ted's excellent adventure telephone Booth… Sunday in the city, Sounds good to me Sunday in the city Yo, and these days I'm in hollywood I don't go out much on sundays although I probably should I just recover from the previous night Put in the EOM beat CD and write I'm trying to grind harder, and focus on rapping Enough bullsh**ting and try make something happen I sit back on reflect on what I'm doing When I walk around the city I can smell something brewing But it fleets, I dunno is it still there? Is there magic within the smog filled air? And I'mma stay till I taste it I'm good at one thing no way will I waste it I'm faced with a choice from the voice of the Hollywood hills Asking me 'Wax, do you got sk**?' I'm like - 'Yeah' It says - 'let's hear it' Sunday wondering pondering the next lyric…