Ev4n Holt & Thelonious Martin - In the City lyrics

rate me

1, 2,3,4!

My father was into rolling stones

I fall from the broken stones I walk alone

Watching thrones like I gang his car

Judge her only when it’s gone I wasn’t weighing alone

I playing pawn but for tattoo

But every story got a bad drop

And came a long way from hanging on a black top

We sock and hoes before we had hoes

And hack over snatched up from your day and notes

Can’t suppose and my eyes heaven

Due time but my mind ready

I got a heavy groove

For every little nigger

You hear a little nigger

And every little nigger that had to spill a little

I wouldn’t feel but I know how it feels

Pressing and gas now I’m moving in whips 100 and still

On that shit that can get real

It’s that alone just enough to get killed

Alright yeah

I got a heavy groove

Grooving, grooving

I got a heavy groove

Alright wait till the murder capital

A murder with a...

Los Angeles way ahead of avenue

All the shit that we had to do

Places we may have travelled to

In the city one there was plenty niggers that happened to

We had to chose ain’t have to prove I had to move

From having shoes to having dews is that a lose

Imagine the rules ahead of my scolds

Let’s make this an attitude you ain’t have to chose

I rock the fifty cap and never make emotionals

Was up in class playing class just to act a fool

I though my cokeys ion the cleaner in the casual

On this occasion I ain’t paid you for my attributes

The fruits of labor through the labor you can have a fruit

I let my neighbor take the triff I could take the roof

I knew what happened in the street and who it happened to

I thought what happened in the street is all that rapper knew

Alright, I spill

I got the heavy groove man

I got the heavy groove man

Alright when the trouble occurs you’re stirring up in the pot

Right now is the loop pap moves and plot

Death over the sign find dew or not

I was nothing to lose and how it over the top

Down for some grades

Foreign fighters and grades

Finding us all around

That’s running we’re out of town

There’s long days

The talent is all on for money

Class digital scales and putting us in the mouth

Now what’s up in the trent

But I don’t do it to stunt

That’s more money more blunts

The only spinning corners like a road runner

I ain’t never seen a show once

Trying to blow out the cold in my lungs I know

No needs to chose

I chose a different rover

I’d rather be the only getting old

Then home from getting old

I told niggers in O one

I got the heavy grooving