Rep Yo City lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Rep Yo City



 Send "Rep Yo City" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Bun B, Eightball, Lil' Jon & The Eastside
Boys, Petey Pablo
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! hah hah! [4X]

[Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo)] - 2X
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! f**k that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! f**k that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys]
My niggaz run this bit*h! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bit*h! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bit*h! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bit*h! Nah hoe!

[Lil' Jon] - 2X
Cut loose motherf**ker, go bad go hard!
In the club motherf**ker, go bad go hard!
In the truck motherf**ker, go bad go hard!
Throw it up motherf**ker, go bad go hard!

[E-40]
We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed
the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave.
got (Ave. got)
We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act
a nut)
We set it off up in this bit*h and tear the club
up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string
drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it
all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya
claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya
chain
outta control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another level (another level)
Went head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never been a sucka (been a sucka)
I always been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine
9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to
slangin llello (slangin llello)
We f**kin around (f**kin around) like my niggaz
out there in Oakland D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo'
house
back to the f**kin south!

[Hook: 2X] + [Hook 2]

[Petey Pablo]
Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for
my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for
my niggaz?
Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherf**ker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn
shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever
you call your home
 
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down
motherf**ker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick
that butter
Wherever yo' as* got lots of fat for all that
God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of
what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a
God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherf**ker I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in
this somma bit*h
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with
Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys 
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no sh*t (shit)
with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill!

[Hook: 2X] + [Hook 2]

[Bun B]
From the land of the trill, where the vanity's
real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded,
God-damnit we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow; hand me
the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be
plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we
stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the
pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't
bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us
choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if
they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks
and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to
paraphenalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll
tell ya

[Eightball]
Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga
(yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
(uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the
woods (uhh)
From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts
(what)
You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it
poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Hook] + [Hook 2]