Snoop Dogg, Dave East and DJ Drama - MyCity

LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
Makes me wonder
Ayo, East
How I keep from goin' under?
I got you, cuz (Gangsta Grillz)

Let me walk you through the city (so rough, so rough)
Where niggas get real gritty (so tough, so tough)
You wanna see some ass and titties? (Sure enough, sure enough)
Well, let me walk you through the city (walk on, walk on)

Let me walk you through the strip club
VIP, where the motherfuckin' Crips, cuz?
Laid out, blue carpet treatment, nigga (too long)
Have a seat, this my treat, we 'bout to eat, my nigga
Let me get a lil' bitch, just to get a lil' vid
Got you feelin' real good, 'bout to walk you to the hood
Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (goin')
And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (blowin' back)
We slide by Nip's spot and pick up some t-shirts (Crenshaw)
Then buy a few bags from the homies, that's called network
Catch a quick flick and then we dip out (dip out)
I put a dub in the air, that means I'm rollin' twenty Crip out
Slip out, trip out, until my headphones slip
I'm with my kinfolk, Crip, we out to get more chips
Dave East is on the West, with no vest on his chest
See he fuckin' with the S, I keep him free of the stress

Let me walk you through the city (so rough, so rough, take a walk through my city)
Where niggas get real gritty (so tough, so tough, everybody gritty, grimy)
You wanna see some ass and titties?
(New York, New York, you know I got bitches on me) Sure enough, sure enough
Well, let me walk you through the city
(Bright lights, big city, don't get lost out there) Walk on, walk on

Uh, who else can say they had Snoop in Harlem? (Who?)
The truck gon' make 'em throw up, but the coupe is a problem (uh)
I'm up in Bonny's coppin', preparin' for when the fall come
A lot of niggas hatin', but honestly, fuck all of 'em
I ain't know I could get a mansion and a Maybach when the tour done
You hear my hunger, thirty Crip, you never gotta wonder
I'm about to be thirty, rollin' thirties, grip dirty
Finessetrimental from Perdy, we robbed him, we gotta hurry
Maneuver like Desperado, with that guitar case
Fuck what you thought, caught me on Slauson, it was a car chase
She into celebrities, told her, "Come see how a star taste"
Hit it 'til she can't walk straight, pumpin' your bitch like car brakes (easy)
You get a deal and get rich and see that it's all fake
Everywhere early for paper, I don't know what you call late (I don't 't know)
I know a fiend that told me they look right in God's face
I've been bangin' the six, I'm certified, ain't gotta call Drake

Let me walk you through the city (so rough, so rough, to every hood worldwide)
Where niggas get real gritty (so tough, so tough, every city across the world)
You wanna see some ass and titties? (sure enough, sure enough, make sure you check in with the real ones)
Well, let me walk you through the city (walk on, walk on, shout to Philly, shout to HEL)

Let me walk you through the city (Chi-Town, Detroit, what up though?)
Let me walk you through the city (Miami Dade County, New Orleans)
Let me walk you through the city (Bay Area, H-Town, DF Dub)
Let me walk you through the city (DC, Memphis, Duval County)
Let me walk you through the city (Naptown, Cleveland, Charlotte, Louisville
(Denver, LV, B-More, Boston, Seattle, real niggas worldwide)
Oh, yeah, put your city right here
Yessir, Death Row Records

Written by:
Calvin Jr. Broadus

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