City Of God

[Intro: Francis Bacon]

Interviewer: "Well, how long have you worked here?"

Francis Bacon: "I've been here for years, about 23 years. And it's a kind of dump that nobody else would want, but I can work here."

ZZ on the beat

ZZ on the beat

Gremlin

ZZ on the beat

So you might not make it

[Verse]

I, I, I don't fraternize

Medusa stay all in ya eye

When we hit the scene, bitch we petrify

Came straight out the city of god

White be the bankroll, bandana tie

I can't pussy-foot, I like to max out

When I'm stressed out I bring that pack out

Take them cans back when we got put out

Damn, put that addy in the Rémy I can't pass out

All these bitches love me, yea they like to lash out

Fuck that bitch so good, yea I knocked a lash out

Young nigga strapped up like the task force

All-black, goddamn, thats a [?]

Knock your head off, you ain't even ask for it

Tell me why you niggas wanna be mad fo'

Pop a orange and I get to scrimmage

Doc used to give my little brother Ritalin

You forgot to know that, but I really didn't

Then that nigga get to shootin' like he Pippen

Left money in the ATM twice, damn

So high, I caught myself slippin'

Fuck the bitch so good she sent a postcard

Rock the Westy Wood like a Goyard

Pussy so wet, a gangsta sonar

[Outro]

Wildcard bitches! Yeehaw!