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lirik lagu richie cunning - the city

[intro]
whew, you smell that?
that’s my city!
born and raised, you feel me?
take it all in, it don’t get much sweeter than this
talkin’ bout, kevin mitch-ll, will clark, rick reuschel man, all that sh-t

[chorus]
welcome to the golden gates
where everyday is cold and gray, uh
this is the city, the the the city
the the the city, the the the city
welcome to the s-c-o, whatever you need, just let me know, homie
i’m in the city, the the the city
the the the city, the the the city, c’mon

[verse 1]
start spreading the news, i’m leaving today
frisco, frisco til i sleep in the grave
and i ain’t givin’ a d-mn about a house in the hills
i told her that i’d hold her down, and i vow that i will, that’s my word
’67 was the summer of love
40 years later all we got is stunners and thugs
a young jungle full of hundreds of drugs
and poor people city hall keep tryna sweep under the rug
call it whatever but i call it my birthplace
the home of bad weather, cold water and earthquakes
i love her so i gave her space
but tell her that her son is coming home like he running from third base
just to be another san fran p-ssenger
between do-gooders and contraband traffickers
[?] on either side of the prime meridian
b-tch, this is the city and i’m the amb-ssador

[interlude]
life in the city, [?]
that’s what i’m talking about man, the n judah
38 geary, 22 filmore, man
life in the city, [?]
and 29 sunset man, that’s my bus. i got rhymes on that bus
don’t tell n-body

[verse 2]
don’t call it a trip, i’m staying for good
ain’t running for mayor but sh-t, maybe i should
spent my life in the city, haven’t forgotten a day
young buck cold chillin’ on the dock of the bay
back then i wasn’t knowing every road in the town
so she had the night train show the homie around
and she would give me tough love when her son was a child
had my back but still let me get mugged every once in a while (rich c!)
so many late nights walkin’ the tracks
i know my city is watching me so i’m watching her back
i be the black hat, jacket and gloves cement trooper
call me the zen buddha, of the n judah
i saw the dynasty of steve, jerry and joe
i saw the giants tryna see how deep barry could go
the sco heavy but i carry the load
til everybody in america memorize my area code, frisco!

[interlude]
life in the city, [?]
i user to kick it all over the place, man
[?] center, [?]
life in the city, [?]
whatcha know about kaiser permanente?
first place i ever kicked it, you feel me?

[outro]
we got some real hard hitters up in frisco
we got some, we got some, we got some
we got some real hard hitters up in frisco
up in the city where you really never see the sun

we got some real hard hitters up in frisco
we got some, we got some, we got some
we got some real hard hitters up in frisco
up in the city where you really never see the sun

- lirik lagu richie cunning

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