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Lil Jon Ft. E-40 Petey Pablo Bun B & 8Ball - Rep Yo City
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Bun B
Bun B
Вокал
E-40
E-40
Вокал
Petey Pablo
Petey Pablo
Вокал
8Ball
8Ball
Вокал
Big Sam
Big Sam
Вокал
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Вокал
Lil’ Bo
Вокал
Rob McDowell
Rob McDowell
Клавишные инструменты
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Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
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Moses Barrett III
Moses Barrett III
Автор песен
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Автор песен
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Автор песен
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
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Omar Helton
Omar Helton
Автор песен
Rob McDowell
Rob McDowell
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Taj Tilghman
Taj Tilghman
Инженер звукозаписи
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
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Dale Everingham
Dale Everingham
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Andrew Seidel
Andrew Seidel
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The Highenas
The Highenas
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Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Продюсер
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
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Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard In the truck, motherfucker, go bad, go hard Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard We 30 deep, we bleed the block We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got We do the fools, we act a nut We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up What it do? What it is pimp juice? We got a car with the cups in the trunk For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers Up in here straight break it all off Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim? Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain Outta control, we so cold I'm on another level Went head up with the devil I never been a sucka I always been a rebel What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from? What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo! That's all I yell, speakin' of, yeah I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house Back to the fuckin' south Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz? Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz? Showin' niggaz love raise up motherfucker You need to be reachin' down, pullin' yo God-damn shirt up, that's love Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you lay yo' goddamn Kangol down motherfucker Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin' I took a unknown piece of land, a goddamn flag Say, I didn't motherfucker, I'd die for this I done my goddamn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area! Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon and The East side Boys Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 and The Click And you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! From the land of the trill where the vanity's real And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill More horror than "Amity ville", no sorrow, hand me the steel Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will UGK ain't dropped in a while but still we stoppin' ya smile Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't 'bout shoppin' and style This 'bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks And you'll crack-back yo' back Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia Gun, that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile nigga Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods From A T L to M I A, deep off in the hood Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks My nigga Earl hollered, big Ball got it poppin' 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 'em know where you from Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe! My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Bernard Freeman, Earl Stevens, Rob Mcdowell, Moses Barrett, Omar Helton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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