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Wrong Bottle - New Jack City Lyrics



Wrong Bottle - New Jack City Lyrics




New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where the youngins get paid

I'm from the city where they bip your whip for cash (get gassed)
The city livin in the street, diggin through the trash
I'm from the city where you niggas wouldn't last (die fast)
From the city, giant niggas make a splash

Fake gold in the water no brass, leave ya neck with a rash
Vatos on the block, get cut, leave ya tires slashed
F*ck around, get ya potato mashed
It ain't sweet in san francisco, go fast, break dip gas

I love to tweet, but I hate a techie bitch,
Not talkin bout women , talkin bout niggas who switch
If yousa bitch yousa bitch, ain't gotta say shit
Vanilla coated doogie, left to die ina ditch

Keep it litty in the city, long as you keep it a stack
A hunnid thouwow on my mama, tryna bring tha culture back
Yall taxin too much for an 8th ounce weed sack
We hungry out here broad day, get your shit
Snatched

In the new jack city, where the dope fiends lay
In the city by the bay, where its windy erry day
In the new jack city, get jacked in broad day
In the city by the bay, where the youngins get paid

Ima skinny nigga, cause I'm eatin like a vegan
You healthy or you hungry, property rates gon Leave ya wallet bleedin
Minimum wage gotchyu thinkin shit even Steven
Pero en la mission you got no mil finna be leavin

I'm for tha quickie, I be slidin in n out
Where the berkeley farms, i hear shawdy mooin like a cow
She eatin grass, but i smoke it to the clouds
I got purp and cookies in my bleezy
Call you a jerry, smokin brown, (this for my)

Got og's wit da bald head (fitteds all day)
Og's wit da skinny braids (sippin minute maid)
Got og's wit da dreadheads (these are not braids)
Og's wit da tight fade (yall niggas all lookin the same)

Think you really stackin (minimum wage is not the same)
Embarrassing, think you really gettin paid
Im off the grid, no trackin (finna go get laid)
I know some real playas peepin the game

New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where the youngins get paid
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New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where the youngins get paid

I'm from the city where they bip your whip for cash (get gassed)
The city livin in the street, diggin through the trash
I'm from the city where you niggas wouldn't last (die fast)
From the city, giant niggas make a splash

Fake gold in the water no brass, leave ya neck with a rash
Vatos on the block, get cut, leave ya tires slashed
F*ck around, get ya potato mashed
It ain't sweet in san francisco, go fast, break dip gas

I love to tweet, but I hate a techie bitch,
Not talkin bout women , talkin bout niggas who switch
If yousa bitch yousa bitch, ain't gotta say shit
Vanilla coated doogie, left to die ina ditch

Keep it litty in the city, long as you keep it a stack
A hunnid thouwow on my mama, tryna bring tha culture back
Yall taxin too much for an 8th ounce weed sack
We hungry out here broad day, get your shit
Snatched

In the new jack city, where the dope fiends lay
In the city by the bay, where its windy erry day
In the new jack city, get jacked in broad day
In the city by the bay, where the youngins get paid

Ima skinny nigga, cause I'm eatin like a vegan
You healthy or you hungry, property rates gon Leave ya wallet bleedin
Minimum wage gotchyu thinkin shit even Steven
Pero en la mission you got no mil finna be leavin

I'm for tha quickie, I be slidin in n out
Where the berkeley farms, i hear shawdy mooin like a cow
She eatin grass, but i smoke it to the clouds
I got purp and cookies in my bleezy
Call you a jerry, smokin brown, (this for my)

Got og's wit da bald head (fitteds all day)
Og's wit da skinny braids (sippin minute maid)
Got og's wit da dreadheads (these are not braids)
Og's wit da tight fade (yall niggas all lookin the same)

Think you really stackin (minimum wage is not the same)
Embarrassing, think you really gettin paid
Im off the grid, no trackin (finna go get laid)
I know some real playas peepin the game

New jack city, where the dope fiends lay
City by the bay, where its windy erry day
New jack city, get capped in broad day
City by the bay, where the youngins get paid
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Writer: Julian Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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