Weaving the fate - Rack City lyrics

Rack city Rack, rack city Rack city Rack, rack city Rack city Rack, rack city Rack, city Rack ah, rack ah city Got another miss Lovin' all my southerness Stayin' up all night, we ain't celibate Make a sound too dope, I ain't sellin it Raw fresher than a malt licker peppermint Gold Lettermans, Last King k**in it Young money, young money, yeah we gettin' rich I got some, Grandma, take a sip Girl, you know what it is Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! 10 10 10 20s and ya I need my money pronto Get it in the morning like Alonzo Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho If you ain't got no a**, b**h, wear a poncho Head honcho got my seat back I got my shirt off, the club too packed Ah, damn, pulled out my racks Like Mike Jackson, baby I'm bad! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! 10 10 10 20s and ya Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! 10 10 10 20s and ya I'm down on my last leg My last leg For you I'm down on my last leg My last leg For you I'm down on my last leg My last leg For you Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! 10 10 10 20s and a hundred dollar bill Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! Rack city! Rack, rack city! 10 10 10 20s and a hundred dollar bill