Jon Connor - A Night in The City lyrics

[Verse 1: Caas Swift] Grindin' like bad breaks touchin' the rotors Tryina stop mindin' yo' mouth like a motor Get yo fresh veggies from the grocer I'm Kroger Diggin' in the gra** like a gopher n***as snakes step over the cobras So cold swag on pnemonia- When you smoke strong the popo gon' smell it Owned it I'm from where they whip in the 'yola Grippin' pistola And pop any n***a who told 'em Connor be my right hand that watch my left shoulder One false move and it's over Murder the game, now these lames want closure b**h I spit that flame and my veins full of ?dojah? n***as on that bull, call these muthaf**as dozer Roll with the squad or get your a** rolled over And I'll be damned if my mans pulled over- We gon keep on rollin, then smoke them Choke them [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Turn it up Play this sh**, loud than a muthafuka- I am from the jungle n***as growlin' in theis muthaf**a- n***as bussin' shots, not for the sound of that muthaf**a- ?Anthony Derail? for every round of that muthaf**a- n***as gettin' money And n***as gettin' high And n***as doin' wrong But n***as this is life I shall remain fly And n***a that that's on my life So mami don't f** with me, if you afraid of heights Blue City n***a we sent k** the game and ya'll tryina put that b**h on reset Hot than a muthafuka they callin' me the devil's reject So now I'm in Miami in some cargoes and a V-neck With a b**h that don't speak English in the backseat givin' me neck n***as keep sayin' that we next That's after they givin' me checks From the school of hard knocks this rap sh** feelin' like recess n***as talk that hard sh** but be softer than a Kleenex And I am from the city where we tryin' not to be next [Hook: Jon Connor] I'm livin' fast Time is money ballin' 'out is every our past Livin' everyday like it's my last Got my mind on my money They hands in the sky Take another shot while I rub my hand up her thighs- Cause you only live once if you gon' do it do it now ???? while my city hold me down- Two finger salute To my n***as in the crowd- And Imma be a real n***a till they put me in the ground- n***a what [Outro: John Connor] Blue City Club (you know)