Pastor Tor - This Da City Lyrics
Venom...All I spit is venomA cobra...Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its overI'm never sober, I'm *****ed up nowSay you want pistol playWell then its Blah! Blah!Cuz I'm tha Pastor...Leader of a wicked churchGets ta bustin out in public, gives a ***** who I hurtThem hits was weak for the 2 triple O***** ask me if I got your CD, Uh Naw Hoe!Cause I am not from the city of bullshittinAs soon as we comeIts time for wig splittinYour debt is spendin, I want undivided attentionYou say ya pimpin, I send my niggaz for da lynchinDrenchin your bloodGod forgive em but we have sinnedDem Georgia boys, when we come we come like menFresh out da pen, I'm standin dead off in da' blazeWit a fifth of RemyPullin da pin out my grenade(GET PAID!)CHORUS(Okay...)I come from the city dat dey don't play by rulesI come from the city dat dey ride da *****ing foolI come from the city dat they don't play by rulesI come from the city dat they ride da *****ing foolWell Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Uh-Ah-Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Ah Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Uh-Ah-Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(COME ON!! OH! WE READY!!)Okay I come from da city, If ya lame it's gon' be uglyA buncha' niggaz bitin my game, But dey can't touch meI don't drink bubbly, I'm drinkin remy out da bottleBout 5 Benz follow, My city is off da throttleI heard you hard, Heard you da one dat crunk da styleDon't drop yo' cards, I got da lowest in da pileYou crackin smile, We crackin mud, sellin drugWe what hoes love, ATL *****in thugsIt's real boy..You know da His-to-ryDem Mac 10's poppinMy ca-pa-cityMy home team prayin dat you make some noiseUh so dat we can introduce ya to dem big boys, YEAH!I got killas doin time as I speak ta youDen some mo in da streets right next to youAnd fo' you can say "Troy wasn't me cuz"I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuzYou see a *****Slap a *****, Oh Realla!See youse' a *****in jokerAnd I'm not *****in tickledWhen blood trickle, Dat's me up out da F-350Ya feet besta be kickin yo ass a damn skippyIn my cityAin't no games, We know yo nameAnd where you went ta school atAnd where you used ta hangAnd where I run across yaIt's where I'm gonna to drop yaBreakin yo punk ass offSomethin properCHORUS(Okay...)I come from the city dat dey don't play by ruleI come from the city dat dey ride da *****ing foolI come from the city dat they don't play by ruleI come from the city dat they ride da *****ing foolDis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Uh-Ah-Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Ah Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Uh-Ah-Hah)Uh- Dis da city, Dis da city, Dis da city(Until Fade)
