Zomba Enterprises Inc - Rep Yo City lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Jon] Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh! Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh! [Hook: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround) Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!) Rep yo city!!! (what!, f** that sh**!, what!), rep yo city!!! (what!) Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!, f** that sh**!) My n***as run this b**h! (nah ho!!) (hey!) My n***as run this b**h! (nah ho!!) (hey!) My n***as run this b**h! (nah ho!!) (hey!) My n***as run this b**h! (nah ho!!) (hey!) [Verse 1: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz] - (repeat 2X) Cut loose motherf**er, go back, go hard!!! In the club motherf**er, go back, go hard!!! In the truck motherf**er, go back, go hard!!! Throw it up motherf**er, go back, go hard!!! [Verse 2: E-40] We thirty deep (thirty deep), we bleed the block (bleed the block) We milk the Ave. for damn near everything the Ave. got (Ave. got) We do the fools (do the fools!), we act a nut (act a nut) Set it off up in this b**h and tear the club up! What it do?, what it is? Pimp Juice (Pimp Juice) Got a car with the cups in the trunk (in the trunk) For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers Up in here, straight break it all off (break it all off) Where the dig dogs at?, what city or set you claim? Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne (champagne) Hustlers in the game trying to maintain, lost your chain Out of control, we so cold (so cold) I'm on another level (another level) Went head up with the devil (with the devil) I never been a s**er (been a s**er) I always been a rebel (been a rebel) What's your stomping ground? (stomping ground?) What turf you from? (turf you from?) What's your city playboy? (what's your city?) mine 94591 Vallejo! (Vallejo!) that's all I yell (that's all I yell) Speaking of yell, I hope I don't have to go back to slanging llello (slanging llello) We f**ing around (f**ing around), my n***as out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town Put it down from my house all the way to your house Back to the f**ing South! [Hook: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround) [Verse 3: Petey Pablo] Could it be the way that I be repping (why?!), for my n***as Could it be the way that Petey Petey (ride!), for my n***as Show a n***a love (love!, raise up motherf**er!!) You need to be reaching down pulling your god damn shirt up, that's love! Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you lay your God damn Kangol down motherf**er! Wherever you check your cheese, turn C.R.E.A.M., make that bu*ter Wherever your a** got lots of fat for all that God damn trunk Y'all n***as don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be saying I took an unknown piece of land (and planted), a God damn flag Say I didn't (did!), motherf**er I'd die for this I've done my God damn thing, I brought my folks in this summer b**h Hot Atlanta!, the Bay Area!, y'all n***as don't want no noise (noise!) With Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz (Boyz!) Y'all n***as don't want no sh** (sh**!) With E-40 & The Click (The Click!) You can say what you want homeboy (homeboy!) It'll always be what it is (hey!) [Hook: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround) [Verse 4: Bun B] From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real And your man'll be peeled or at least branded, God damn it we ill More horror than Amityville, no sorrow, hand me the steel Your tomorrow I can't even feel - ought to be planning your will UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoping your smile Keeping boppers in file, standing on top of the pile And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't about shopping in style This about syrup and candy paint, you see us chopping for miles Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take your flax You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back your back Hold up, they got game to sell you, from d** to paraphenalia Guns that'll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he'll tell you [Verse 5: Eightball] Memph', Tenn representer (uh), Orange Mile n***a (yeah) Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter (uh huh) From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uh) From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood (yeah) Twa*kies on coupes (yeah), money making s*uts (what?) You tripping if you ain't got 22's on your truck (uh) Dogs in the yard (yeah), pistol on the seat (uh) Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks My n***a Earl hollered (what's up?) Big Ball got it popping (that's right) Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk Represent yo city, let them know where you from [Hook: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)