[Intro]
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¡±Where we at?¡±
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¡°Ft. Lauderdale¡¦ one of the seediest towns in the country. It¡¯s gross. Sex shops galore.¡±
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¡°You like it?¡±
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¡°I feel right at home.¡±
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[Chorus]
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Hey, city to city
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Hey, one shot tonight (one shot tonight, y¡¯all)
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Hey, city to city
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Hey, one shot tonight
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(Toothpick)
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And I stop when I couldn¡¯t go
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Feet are deep, go pop when I hear da flow
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I¡¯d roll with my sock cause I slide down
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Lie down in the back with the top down
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Relax any place that I might go
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Tight flow, and I¡¯ll leave with the right ho
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Back down when it come to the quick draw
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Act out, cut rhymes like a jigsaw
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Big dog line up on the front line
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Insane, smoke weed in the daytime
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Take mine, waste time in the bus back
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Roll up with a philly and a dub sack
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Know that this cat got a attitude
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Show up, how I do what I gotta do
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And it¡¯s all for the love of the game, see?
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I stand tall and this shit don¡¯t change me.
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[Chorus]
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Time zones, area codes, and clones
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Truckstops and microphones
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And there ain¡¯t enough free petrone
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To make a motel feel like home
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When you got none
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I can¡¯t stop when I¡¯m in demand
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I go x-out, AWOL, and back again
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We stand stuck to the plan
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I grew up from a mixed up kid
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To mixed up kid with a van
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Banned in several places
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Pissed off dad¡¯s in several cases
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Pissed off fans on the Net
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Talking shit that we changed
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But never show their faces
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And if you want out, lookee, now is your chance
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Otherwise put that little finger back in your pants
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¡®Cause we ain¡¯t gonna stop. I know where I am:
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Putting miles on this fucking van
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Come on
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[Chorus]
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The rubber hit the ground
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The kid was never crowned
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I¡¯m looking at the shit
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That¡¯s ahead of me now
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I got my head high
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Mind higher
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Flipping off the world
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Before I jump in the fire
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I got a hand in my pocket
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One¡¯s full of arrest; stop to get comfortable
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I sleep with the sunrise, blue skies,
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A pair of sunglasses, and bloodshot eyes
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I¡¯ve been to the Roseland and the truth
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I¡¯m probably even playin¡¯ in your living room
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I trashed all your treasures, drank your mom¡¯s gin,
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Fucked your girlfriend, and I¡¯ll do it again.
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[Chorus]
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City To City
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| Lucky Boys Confusion |
