City of Gods - Teejay

My badness, city of gods

Brooklyn, 90's, yo, Shabdon

Mi girl see ah Louis V pon har hand back

Dat, dat, dat bad

Man ah fuck up e street, watch e mek mi tun up e heat

Mi money deh yah, one ah pull up e cleet

Mi gyal tun up, she fleek, if yuh dis ah every gun ago beat

Yuh shub mi style, yeah, mi clothes nuh repeat

Dem know mi nuh joke, suh when wi touch e road ah police

Yuh fi know di code, yuh nuh see it

Nuh mek mi rest it inna yuh cheek

Suh press it inna yuh face and e beat

She seh «jeez, Louis match e teez suh mi beat»

She seh «T, yuh suh sweet», gyal ah week to dem knees

Denisha seh «please, tk ah picture», seh «pleas»

Wid mi wood inna har mouth, every vida delete

Mi heart cold ah mek di freezer sneeze

Fuck dem gyal ah good, ah mek she bawl out, ah seh: «Jesus, please»

Big ooman long time days like Hillary

still ah breed, ah she tell mi seh mi ah see him

Dem know mi flow jus like di river stream

Uptown river peen, gyal ah bore har tongue, she ago link popeen

Mi pocket broad it par wid mi an' queen

London Bridge stand Birmingham, Bristol to Reddean

Yuh nuh waan fi style mi do brethren

Wake up, bwoy, yuh deh dream, none ah mi dawgs dem nuh do beggings

Tell Sherene seh fi tell Sheveen

Seh mi pocket fulla Benjamin