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Born in the city The life was pretty shitty I had a worse life than a 3 legged kitty Neva went to school Or the town pool Had a bad job Workin' wit dem tools But it was worse down south There I pulled a tractor usin' only ma mouth Now I'm tryin' to survive In the big apple All I drink a day is a half empty Snapple Maybe some fried chicken, once in a while If not that I search for a sandwich in a garbage pile Now I learned to steal Even a cracka's meal And some other things Like some nice ice and bling Everything I got Probably isn't mine But I enjoy it, when the jewels shine Then I got a band And we rocked the clubs Now I can buy My very own sub SongtexteAnd I gots lots of cash To add more, to ma weed stash So theres ma life story And my road to glory Now I gots to scram To go smoke a gram And then eat some ham PEACE Aus Songtexte Mania