Lil Jon | Lyrics | Rep Your City

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  • Song Name: Rep Your City
  • Artist Name: Lil Jon
  • Album: Kings of Crunk
  • Songwriters: Bernard James Freeman, Earl T Stevens, Jonathan H Smith, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith
  • Release Date: 2002.10.08
  • Label: TVT

LYRICS FOR "Rep Your City"

Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***

My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****

Cut loose m***********, go back, go hard
In the club m***********, go back, go hard
In the truck m***********, go back, go hard
Throw it up m***********, go back, go hard

Cut loose m***********, go back, go hard
In the club m***********, go back, go hard
In the truck m***********, go back, go hard
Throw it up m***********, go back, go hard

We thirty deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave. for damn near everything the Ave. got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this b**** and tear the club up

What it do? What it is? Pimp Juice
Got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers
Up in here, straight break it all off

Where the dig dogs at?, what city or set you claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game trying to maintain, lost your chain
Out of control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the devil
I never been a sucker, I always been a rebel
What's your stomping ground? What turf you from?

What's your city playboy? Mine 94591, "Vallejo", that's all I yell
Speaking of yell, I hope I don't have to go back to slanging llello
We f****** around, my niggaz out there in Oakland, D-Town
Put it down from my house all the way to your house
Back to the f****** South

Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***

My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****

Could it be the way that I be repping, for my niggaz
Could it be the way that Petey Petey, for my niggaz
Show a nigga love, you need to be reaching down
Pulling your g****** shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay your g****** Kangol down m***********
Wherever you check your cheese, turn C.R.E.A.M., make that butter
Wherever your ass got lots of fat for all that g****** trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be saying
I took an unknown piece of land and planted, a g****** flag
Say, "I didn't, m*********** I'd die for this"
I've done my g****** thing, I brought my folks in this summer b****

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area, y'all niggaz don't want no noise
With Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, y'all niggaz don't want no s***
With E-40 and The Click, you can say what you want homeboy
It'll always be what it is

Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***

My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
And your man'll be peeled or at least branded, g****** it we ill
More horror than Amity ville, no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel, ought to be planning your will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' your smile
Keeping boppers in file, standing on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't about shopping in style
This about syrup and candy paint, you see us chopping for miles

Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take your flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks
And you'll crack-back your back
Hold up, they got game to sell you, from drugs to paraphernalia
Guns that'll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he'll tell you

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile nigga
Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money making sluts
You tripping if you ain't got 22's on your truck
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga Earl hollered, Big Ball got it popping
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 them know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***
Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, f*** that s***

My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****
My niggaz run this b****

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