Yo baby dy just try to play ya Whaaat. And some say our city don't be bumpin Yeah Whatever. So break em off a little something My pleasure, Forever, I'm high off of zigzags Smoke through the city where I roam And I call it home Full of Samoans, Mexicans, Africans, Americans, Caucasians, can't forget about the Asians We all blend it to represent The city that we groove to love We're tighter than OJ's blood So whatchu thinkin of, A place where everybody knows your name, your face, your number, (guitartabs.cc)
