Curren$y - Blown lyrics

[Verse: Curren$y] Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh I be blown in my city, really gone off the sticky I get blown in my city by the hoes you think is pretty You ain't known in your city Pimp you slipping, you better get with it Betchu Spitta pop up in a Lamborgini by Christmas I pop that sh** and when I speak, I speak it into existence Millions upon millions I'm looking good with it b**hes know 'bout Spitta, an addict for tenni's All my hoes who shop for me know I don't wear white fitteds Half-baked, Mr. Nice Guy with it Flow so serious, its often bitten Blame I don't place on them but shame on them And my name's ringing bells The (?) are changing the air, these n***as are not prepared But the streets are very aware Spitta is the original n***as got identity crisis they trying to be similar The way he kick sh** you would think Bruce Lee was k**ing him Catch my breath and then I go back in I put on for my city, grind strong for my city Get that natural exposure, bring it home to my city (?) great weed we buy Spirit of the Wright brothers, n***a we that fly Yeah [Outro: (?)] Come on n***a Put on for your mother f**ing city if you got to gangsta Get it while the getting is good n***a f** the bullsh** n***a I been putting on for my city since f**ing '91 n***a And I'm still there, ya heard me Magnolia ain't (?) what We still putting on for the city n***a Everywhere I go n***a Magnolia follow me n***as in my heart, n***as in my bones Ya heard me And we putting on for my city And every other n***as city that I go to n***a Put on for your city n***a