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Yeahhh, back in yo' motherfuckin' ass again, it's the Poison Clan! For the nine-tre (?)! So everybody in the house, lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!) Lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!) Yo Money, kick the fly shit! [Verse 1: JT Money] Mic-check 1-2, time to wreck with the ill shit, the real shit Bitches on the dils-nik, plus I got skills, kid Suckas can't hang with the styles that I let go They all get Petrol, I play 'em like tech mo Fade out, pitch black to the right I run that ditch like Lorenzo White For a touchdown, nigga from Rufftown No I don't fuck 'round, peace to my nigga named Bustdown What now? Suckas can't see me! Niggas wanna be me Bitches on my dick, 'cause I roll with the PC We be chillin', livin' like villains Gotta keep the strap, 'cause them niggas be illin' I got flavor, plus I'm gettin' paper Hoe, if you wanna holler, hit me on my SkyPager Might see you later, then again I might not 'Cause I run the block with Big Ram and U-wop Don't stop to the boogie, baby doll Verse one, a nigga out like that y'all! Songtexte Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Yeah, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! [Verse 2: JT Money] "Shake Watcha Mama Gave Ya" was a hit, now I'm on some other shit Niggas don't know who they fuckin' with I'm the one nigga to make the hoes shake ass Pussy flaw niggas, y'all better break fast Tryin' to sound like me, tryin' to be like me Y' need to stop ridin' on my D-I-C, K, motherfuckers, y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout Your records only here when I ain't got a record out Booty-ass track, corny-ass rap Every time you see me, try to give a nigga doubt But I don't want yo' doubt, motherfucker, you can keep it Try to imitate me but you keep makin' weak shit Niggas don't step 'cause I got a gat That'll bust 40 rounds thorugh his heart to his back Like this, like that, crack his head with a Suflex Peace to the hoes that's down with group-sex The hell with a pretty boy! Verse two, silly suckas, do the City Boy, DO IT! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Wussup! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Come on! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! All the niggas! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! All the hoes, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! [Verse 3: JT Money] PC's the squad, Rufftown's the Mob Suckas lookin' hard, they only get scarred Mike Fresh made the track and it's hittin' Baby, if you're gonna mess around, make 'em wear a mitten I'm representin' Rufftown, check the way the group swing Girlies on the tip, wantin' me to knock the poontang City Boy in effect, gettin' hype 'Cause y'all shit played out like the pin stripes But JT keep' comin' with the rough shit And I'm not the City Boy you wanna fuck with So don't be on me, if you don't know me Peace to Clayvosie, yeah, that's my homie A-shooby-do-wop, I packs me an u-wop I roll with a U-wop, that's down with the boot-knock So girls, don't front like you ain't down I got the Fever For Da Flavor like H-Town And if you see somethin' you want, then persue it Posion Clan out, do the City Boy, DO IT!! Uh! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it! Yeah, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it! Rufftown, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Uh! Luke Records, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the CityBoy! Mike Fresh in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do theCity Boy! Uzi man in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Big Ram in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Home Team in the house, do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do the City Boy! Do it! Aus Songtexte Mania