[Hook: Chamillionaire] Easy to see, when you look at me That I'm a CCC nigga, yeah I rap now Moving mix tapes, from city to city But we heard, that
I had to escape The city was sticky and cruel Maybe I should have called you first But I was dying to get to you I was dreaming while I drove The long
m sippin' on Dog, I would travel half the globe to kiss a broad Kiddin', ma? Scratch backs, bringin' out them kitten paws And pull a bottle out that cabinet while
'm so yours for the taking and Thats when I felt the wind pick up I grabbed the rail while choking up These words to say and then you kissed me... (
birds gather while old men played chess, Tired women pushed sleeping children in strollers Where teenagers used to hold hands and sometimes - stop to kiss Now it's a tense city
Oh yeah, fuck an Mc in my city That wants to diss me If I was to bounce to Atlanta with Shocker ya?ll would miss me So kiss me smack dab on the asshole while
I was handsome, you were pretty Queen of New York city When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks, they were singing And we kissed
sippin' on Dog, I would travel half the globe to kiss a broad Kiddin', ma? Scratch backs, bringin' out them kitten paws And pull a bottle out that cabinet while
off shots for everything they owe me And when it's my time to go I pray the Lord hold me I was born in the city that never sleeps Schooled by the realest
always brighten up my day I never ever let you wait 'Cause you're my baby (You're my baby) And you're amazing (So amazing) I'm from city to city to shop
over the frame under the clothes line, whos crew choose fuel most, mine, holy trinity, tripple six, tripple x, city barrack, glutton for punishment super size me while
don't stop keep on to the break of dawn) Yo...put one up to shackle me, not clean logic procreation I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent While
I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped while three bears invade the cottage And I can't sleep
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies, Buried treasure sunken deep, in darkened tombs where dead men sleep. Gold fills hands, or is it sand, The same that covers everything? Where cities
An' to the Republic, kiss my ass An' thugs fakin', actin' hard to get this killer beef given to me I busted for all Leave your city burnin' like Gomorrah