Lil Jon And Eastside Boyz Rep Your City Lyrics

Rep Your City Lyrics

[Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]

Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo
cityyyy!)

Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

Rep yo
city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo
cityyyy!)



[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys]

My niggaz
run this bitch! Nah hoe!

My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!

My
niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!

My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!



[Lil' Jon - 2X]

Cut loose motherfucker, go bad go hard!

In
the club motherfucker, go bad go hard!

In the truck motherfucker, go bad
go hard!

Throw it up motherfucker, 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 bitch 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
fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town

Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house

back to the
fuckin 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 motherfucker!

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
motherfucker!

Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that
butter

Wherever yo' ass 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!) motherfucker I'd die for this

I done my God-damn thang, I brought
my folks in this somma bitch

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 shit (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 that'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]