{Chorus} So im back on da scene and da fame gettin closer. squad burnin up man we hot as a toaster. still stop to fillin up and we clean as we ride.
I got the time, I got my feet Let's go hit the street High in the city, high in the city I got my mace and you got your knife You gotta protect your
That's sickly clean, this mild and meek I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak I
You're so cruel and shameless but I can't leave you be You're so cold and dangerous, I can't leave you be You got the kind of loving I need constantly
We explore the men's room. We don't give a shit. Ladies' lost electricity; Take vows inside of it. Desire to dance; Too startled to try. Wrap my legs
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains, And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains. Gloria, in excelsis Deo! Gloria
I'm on a high, on a high there's nothing more to it We are the sea and the sky and the blue that runs through it, yeah And there are some who say there
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria In excelsis deo Gloria In
Angels we have on heard high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria in excelsis Deo Gloria in
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
Randy Travis Angels we have on heard high Sweetly singing ore the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria in excelsis
(HOOK) bone diggy dig on bone (repeat x8) Now the way you went Got me in this messed up predicament 'cause i aint know how to be monagomous I was caught
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same I ain't into big names, but I like nice things I watch boxing matches and football games I wouldn't
City High, City High, '99, '99 If you my dog, let me hear you bark It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart Split you apart, you should
They just gave up on our entire generation So, we were all pushed to the side 'Cuz we didn't see the world through our teachers eyes When all we needed
What's up my nigga? Chillin' yo What's up man, ya ready to go? Come on Naw yo, you just go ahead What's wrong with you man? Wifey got you buggin' again