Red Cafe - My City lyrics

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city We can get this whole block shut down When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty I apologize if it gets wild But we gotta represent ours We gotta represent ours [x3] When you come to my City [Kid Ink] Welcome to my city; Palm trees, find me; High as a hippie 20 for the chucks, 'nother 20 for the dickies If you see them Boys in the Hood like Kenny better run like Ricky Snapback, hat back, quick tell 'em that we run LA; Track practice Now, you know where I'm at you ain't gotta mapquest Ridin' down Hollywood, lookin' for a Actress Tell 'em that it goes Thursday, eat in, Friday, my house, Saturday, Crenshaw, Sunday back at my house Rollin' in a 64, somewhere down, 64 Headed to the Jungles to the Don, See my n***a? Oh Born and Raised, I am no pretender n***as know I came from the gutter like splinter And I got Nina on my hip like a side chick Anybody ask tell 'em that it's Westside b**h! (chorus) [Hook] [k**a Kyleon] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Am I trill bet they say yes, I'm that cat that they say next HNIC I keep it G, just like that V I'm at they neck I'm a creature not Aretha but I do get my respect Run these tracks, lace up my Nikes; So I can go chase these checks When I get mine I'mma thank my grind, walk in that bank, give Chase my check; Cash my sh**, due self I split it Hop in that slab better brace yo neck, All eyes on me includin' yo b**h If you want that ho keep yo ho checked Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks We roll slabs and we don't do dunks Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps We smoke Kush and we don't do bump FN co*ked and we don't do pumps One false move that'll get you slumped City of the Syrup where we sip that lean Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch [Hook] [Red Cafe] Cadillac 24's, smoke tint, stash box Timberland, Pelle Pelle, Gucci Belt, strap slot New York, I said it New York Better show respect when you come to my city take yo shoes off I am at the toll booth, collectin' my payment Hottest in the hood got my name carved on the pavement My n***as is A-List, in the corner office, somethin' like royalty, princess in my crosses Hoes got 'em lined up, b**h take a number These lames layin' paper on 'em I be layin' lumber In the Rotten Apple, ballin' like a Knickerbocker Now you can meet the Fockers; or you can meet the choppas Rat-A-Tat-Tat-Tat Tat, Tat, all my n***as in the 'Rack Drop that oil in that water, whip it up it's right back In the Coup bulletproof, Ah, boy hood approved No limit money, they hollerin' Hooty-Hoo [Hook] [Machine Gun Kelly] Kells, from the city where, outta towners get jumped no Nike Airs Buyin' a bottle in the club and throwin' off another because a motherf**er plottin' over my chair And it's my year, this my day, me and all the boys all Smokey like Friday Hit the Eastside turn in the driveway, but I got power in the West, Kanye; My city taught me to speak that talk How to crack that stove when that heat turned off How to rock my Chucks till my feet fall off What to do when the lights in the streets went off; I'll D-I-E for the Orange and Brown Lebron left, I took that crown! Everyday on tour, but the 7-1 North tattooed let me know I'm Cleveland bound I'mma Midwest boy, salute my team, EST over everything THC up in all my green, lit it up for the people in the middle of the HOLD UP! Lace up b**h, Lace up b**h Anybody hate come taste it b**h Two white balls and a head above yo neck, that's called a facial b*atch! [Kid Ink] See we do it big in my city, we can get this whole block shut down