City of D**e (Explicit) - Too $hort

City of D**e I call it Oak

Can't be broke selling coke

Fat ropes shattered hopes

Fresh cars and all that d**e

Baseheads keep the trade alive

Nobody know about a 9 to 5

Everybody's just trying to survive

You need a gun can't use those knives

You got a bullet Well just pull it

And if you trip get pistol-whipped

By a psychomaniac sick in his head

Wanna be a gangster now he's dead

His brother took over ain't no sweat

Bought a new drop-top white Corvette

Now he's buying keys making G's

And all the girls say Won't you please

Take me In the City of D**e

See I'm hard as hell no ghetto tale

You play a gun but the game is real

You want to stop my money how

You keep smoking I'm selling out

It's called the City of D**e might be your town

Get a piece of the rock turn your life around

So cool don't even trip

You got the sack get on the tip

A resident in the City of D**e

And every day I'm selling coke

I'm never broke I don't smoke

I sold a rock and made you have a stroke

Pay cold cash you know I won't need Bruno

I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back

Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint

All the high school tenders drop down and faint

In the City of D**e

Life in a coke town heard it before

Think it's all been said but it's so much more

It's like midnight slanging rock

Task force just hit the block

Time to make a move the spot got hot

You chase a cop homeboy why not

She lit the match and light the crack

Ain't giving no b**ches no kind of slack

Or if you're playing the game you're thinking the same

Goddamn that rock coc*ine

I've seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe

And every night smoke coke that's white

So when you get up man there you go

You and that pipe just dogging the hoes

In the City of D**e and the story goes

Want to be like free breaking millions of loaves

In the City of D**e where the color is gold

On your neck and your fingers and your brand new Rolls

Enough said but my rap won't end

It's on a one way trip to San Quinten

Like you my friend ain't nothing new

You want to grind that boat til it's way past two

You say it's not easy that you're so hard

Sporting gold tone Z's not credit cards

Got clout turn 'em out you got b**ches

You say you're not fake but I'm telling you this is

The City of D**e might be your world

Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl

I'm from the town called The City of D**e

It couldn't be saved by John the Pope

So go on live your life of crime

The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme

In the City of D**e

Smoking w**d rolling 'em fat

You wonder where the boy learned to act like that

Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need

To roll a fat joint and smoke that w**d

But the tale goes on and years went by

Another ** came and the boy got high

Ever since that day he just wasn't the same

Where I come from we call it rock coc*ine

Where you come from you might call it crack

But wherever he went you see he never came back

I tried to tell the motherf**ker but he don't know

I say to coke Pimp that how

I don't live in a mansion but I drive a Benz

Cut to the turf and collect my ends

Say Look here freak kick me down

I don't have time to talk right now

Got to go to my next hoe

And get kicked down a little more

Left right left down the street

Getting paid freak by freak

There you see me there you don't

You wonder will I or won't

Is it yes is it no

But does it really matter you freaky hoe

In the City of D**e