Rep Yo City

[Intro: Lil` Jon]<br>Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh!<br>Ahh!, ahh!, ahh!... ahh!, ahh!, ahh!<br><br>[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)<br>Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!)<br>Rep yo city!!! (what!, fuck that shit!, what!), rep yo city!!! (what!)<br>Rep yo city!!! (what!), rep yo city!!! (what!, fuck that shit!)<br>My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)<br>My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)<br>My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)<br>My niggaz run this bitch! (nah hoe!!) (hey!)<br><br>[Verse 1: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] - (repeat 2X)<br>Cut loose motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!<br>In the club motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!<br>In the truck motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!<br>Throw it up motherfucker, go back, go hard!!!<br><br>[Verse 2: E-40]<br>We thirty deep (thirty deep), we bleed the block (bleed the block)<br>We milk the Ave. for damn near everything the Ave. got (Ave. got)<br>We do the fools (do the fools!), we act a nut (act a nut)<br>Set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up!<br>What it do?, what it is? Pimp Juice (Pimp Juice)<br>Got a car with the cups in the trunk (in the trunk)<br>For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers<br>Up in here, straight break it all off (break it all off)<br>Where the dig dogs at?, what city or set you claim?<br>Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne (champagne)<br>Hustlers in the game trying to maintain, lost your chain<br>Out of control, we so cold (so cold)<br>I`m on another level (another level)<br>Went head up with the devil (with the devil)<br>I never been a sucker (been a sucker)<br>I always been a rebel (been a rebel)<br>What`s your stomping ground? (stomping ground?)<br>What turf you from? (turf you from?)<br>What`s your city playboy? (what`s your city?) mine 94591<br>Vallejo! (Vallejo!) that`s all I yell (that`s all I yell)<br>Speaking of yell, I hope I don`t have to go back to slanging llello (slanging llello)<br>We fucking around (fucking around), my niggaz out there in Oakland, D-Town<br>Put it down from my house all the way to your house<br>Back to the fucking South!<br><br>[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)<br><br>[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]<br>Could it be the way that I be repping (why?!), for my niggaz<br>Could it be the way that Petey Petey (ride!), for my niggaz<br>Show a nigga love (love!, raise up motherfucker!!)<br>You need to be reaching down pulling your god damn shirt up, that`s love!<br>Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home<br>Wherever you lay your God damn Kangol down motherfucker!<br>Wherever you check your cheese, turn C.R.E.A.M., make that butter<br>Wherever your ass got lots of fat for all that God damn trunk<br>Y`all niggaz don`t understand the seriousness of what Petey be saying<br>I took an unknown piece of land (and planted), a God damn flag<br>Say I didn`t (did!), motherfucker I`d die for this<br>I`ve done my God damn thing, I brought my folks in this summer bitch<br>Hot Atlanta!, the Bay Area!, y`all niggaz don`t want no noise (noise!)<br>With Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz (Boyz!)<br>Y`all niggaz don`t want no shit (shit!)<br>With E-40 & The Click (The Click!)<br>You can say what you want homeboy (homeboy!)<br>It`ll always be what it is (hey!)<br><br>[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)<br><br>[Verse 4: Bun B]<br>From the land of the trill, where the vanity`s real<br>And your man`ll be peeled or at least branded, God damn it we ill<br>More horror than Amityville, no sorrow, hand me the steel<br>Your tomorrow I can`t even feel - ought to be planning your will<br>UGK ain`t dropped in a while, but still we stoping your smile<br>Keeping boppers in file, standing on top of the pile<br>And you`ll get popped with a smile, this ain`t about shopping in style<br>This about syrup and candy paint, you see us chopping for miles<br>Out the black and the `Lac, swingers clap and if they take your flax<br>You`ll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you`ll crack-back your back<br>Hold up, they got game to sell you, from drugs to paraphenalia<br>Guns that`ll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he`ll tell you<br><br>[Verse 5: Eightball]<br>Memph`, Tenn representer (uh), Orange Mile nigga (yeah)<br>Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter (uh huh)<br>From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uh)<br>From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood (yeah)<br>Twankies on coupes (yeah), money making sluts (what?)<br>You tripping if you ain`t got 22`s on your truck (uh)<br>Dogs in the yard (yeah), pistol on the seat (uh)<br>Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks<br>My nigga Earl hollered (what`s up?) Big Ball got it popping (that`s right)<br>Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it<br>For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk<br>Represent yo city, let them know where you from<br><br>[Chorus: Lil` Jon & the Eastside Boyz] + (Petey Pablo in backround)