Method Man - City Lights lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Bun B)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus 2X: Pimp C sample]</i><br>
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights<br>
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights<br>
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights<br>
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights<br>
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<i>[Redman]</i><br>
Yo, I'm rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky<br>
Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies<br>
Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it<br>
I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett<br>
Baby, without blinking, I do it my way<br>
I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K.<br>
I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood<br>
Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A.<br>
Who am I? That nigga too fly<br>
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines<br>
I ain't lying, I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard<br>
I'm all swish, make a memo on your black board<br>
This class here, nigga, is for the underground<br>
UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down<br>
And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right<br>
Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Method Man]</i><br>
I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95<br>
South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died<br>
I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified<br>
And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive<br>
I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearing ponies<br>
And them older niggas was snapping on me<br>
How many rappers know me? I know what cash own<br>
Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony<br>
And now can't nothing hold me, I fucks with UGK<br>
Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray<br>
You either in it pimping, or you just in the way<br>
I love this life that I'm living, your shit can end today<br>
Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change<br>
And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain<br>
And I ain't playing games wit ya, so get it right<br>
And I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Bun B]</i><br>
For the king of the trill is up in this bitch<br>
Drop the top, but I get the switch<br>
You see my level, he tuck the stitch<br>
Texas, nigga, we getting rich<br>
Fuck a hater, man, fuck a snitch<br>
G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po<br>
No more swag, now pass the dough dough<br>
We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo<br>
I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread<br>
Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead<br>
I'm popping that trunk and grabbing that chopper, putting that K to ya head<br>
I'd rather be laying up in the bed with your baby and may getting head<br>
Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, dripping like Bernadette<br>
My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick<br>
I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler<br>
And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer<br>
A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady<br>
Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty<br>
This UGK 4 Life, if you ain't know you better get it right<br>
Why, 'I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights<br>
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<i>[Outro: Redman]</i><br>
UGK, Redman, Method Man, in the fucking building, bitch<br>
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