Rick Ross - Reppin My City lyrics

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Rick Ross - Reppin My City lyrics

[Chorus: x2] I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city er er er'y night I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better [Rick Ross:] Let the top back on the Chevy Then I crank up the boom Smellin' Issey Miyake Soon as I step in the room Hundred thousand in j**els That's a whole lotta moves So what's a soldier to do Standin' in his bloody boots Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp Ain't gotta food stamp Counterfeit bills will get you k**ed Now where the goons at It's poppin' in Opa-locka, floppin' them candy paints Chrome Dayton's, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers And these b**hes under cover Tell the truth I ain't a lover But I f** her like I love her Boss... [Chorus: x2] I be reppin' my city I be grippin' them cities I be flippin' them pennies Turn em to good and plenty I be strokin' that p**y I be smokin' that kushie I be flippin' dem flounders They be huntin' my bounty I'm the face of the hood Every place in the hood Triple C's in there Come get a taste of my hood I'm da captain of the corner Khaki's and Coronas Now we gotta show em So let's patch em up and blow em Now, blow the dice, shake em Roll em, don't throw em Hand clap, where it's at n***a show me somethin' Out in Sixy, Opa lock, overtime, city buy You know how we get it Don n***a, that's how I bet a thou Project Poe, I'm the project hoe That means, every-time I talk, the projects spoke And we in the same struggle So the projects know Gotta million dollar profit Singin' project notes Just know... [Chorus: x2] (This what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...) Wherever I'm at I'm good n***a, hood n***a First sign of problems, eliminate Wish a n***a would act Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs Rosero? with the word, roses hit your mirror? Cartel represents, center of the war zone Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone Catch me in the Source, double XL rated Next to million dollar Nextel Workin', ain't trippin' other checks now Super sells, so the p**y's platinum Back to the basics You in danger at 16 with the beam One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7 Got the chopper close by Head bussa from the Bronx Rep my city every night Hundred thousand worth of ice Tight work, boy that's life work Crystal clear starin' make your eyes hurt Time for the new breed, Triple C Custom cars and cycles Psycho path for my math Put my hand on the pipe torch [CHORUS x2] [Brisco] I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my block I be reppin' my hood I be reppin' the locks Welcome to Dade County This the bottom of the beaker Where the beach is s**y blue And the c**aine cheaper High nine five n***a, let me ride I'm in that dolphin-colored S5 Fire, look at me, I'm Bouncin' with that chick Got the grill out my left fold See how now I live Call me Mr. Stephon' I gotta plush seat from Ingo P Just know I rep my city through Miami's E Yea, I'm Miami's Baby... Brisco to Opa-locka, goon come save me..