Rep Yo City- feat. E-40
Bun B Lyrics

Rep yo city, rep yo city, rep yo city, fuck that shit
Show pride in your city, show pride in your city, show pride in your city, ignore negativity

My niggaz run this bitch
My friends are in charge

Cut loose motherfucker, go back, go hard
Have fun, give it your all

In the club motherfucker, go back, go hard
Party hard at the club

In the truck motherfucker, go back, go hard
Have fun while driving around

Throw it up motherfucker, go back, go hard
Celebrate and show pride

We thirty deep, we bleed the block
We are a large group and dominate the area

We milk the Ave. for damn near everything the Ave. got
We take advantage of what the avenue has to offer

We do the fools, we act a nut
We act crazy and have fun

We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
We start the party and get wild

What it do? What it is? Pimp Juice
What's up? What's happening? I'm feeling good

Got a car with the cups in the trunk
I have a car with cups ready for a party

For the thugs and broads with the G-string drawers
For the gangsters and women with revealing underwear

Up in here, straight break it all off
In this place, let loose and have fun

Where the dig dogs at?, what city or set you claim?
Where are the hard workers? What group do you belong to?

Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Having fun with alcohol and friends

Hustlers in the game trying to maintain, lost your chain
People in the business trying to keep it going but losing their valuable

Out of control, we so cold
We are wild and unstoppable

I'm on another level, went head up with the devil
I'm surpassing others and taking on tough challenges

I never been a sucker, I always been a rebel
I have never been weak and always pushed the boundaries

What's your stomping ground? What turf you from?
Where is your home area and what group do you belong to?

What's your city playboy? Mine 94591, "Vallejo", that's all I yell
What city are you from? For me, I represent Vallejo and that's what I shout

Speaking of yell, I hope I don't have to go back to slanging llello
Talking about shouting, I hope I don't have to go back to selling drugs

We fucking around, my niggaz out there in Oakland, D-Town
We are having fun with my friends in Oakland and Detroit

Put it down from my house all the way to your house
Making an impact from where I am to where you are

Back to the fucking South
Returning to the southern United States

Could it be the way that I be repping, for my niggaz
Is it because of how I represent for my friends?

Could it be the way that Petey Petey, for my niggaz
Is it because of how Petey represents for his friends?

Show a nigga love, you need to be reaching down
Show love to others and help them out

Pulling your goddamn shirt up, that's love
Lifting your shirt up to show respect is a sign of love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
No matter where you live or where you're from

Wherever you lay your goddamn Kangol down motherfucker
No matter where you put your hat

Wherever you check your cheese, turn C.R.E.A.M., make that butter
No matter where you handle your money, turn it into profit

Wherever your ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk
No matter where you have all that extra weight in your car trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be saying
You don't understand how serious I am

I took an unknown piece of land and planted, a goddamn flag
I have claimed an area that was unknown and made it mine

Say, "I didn't, motherfucker I'd die for this"
Proclaiming that I will do anything to defend what I have claimed

I've done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this summer bitch
I have achieved what I set out to do and brought my friends along for the ride

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area, y'all niggaz don't want no noise
Atlanta and the Bay Area are hot spots and you don't want any trouble

With Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, y'all niggaz don't want no shit
With Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz, no one is looking for trouble

With E-40 and The Click, you can say what you want homeboy
With E-40 and The Click, you can try to start something if you're brave enough

It'll always be what it is
Things will always remain the same

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
From the area where the genuine and true come from, where looks are important

And your man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddamn it we ill
Your man will be injured or at least marked, we are tough

More horror than Amity ville, no sorrow, hand me the steel
More frightening than Amityville, no sadness, give me my weapon

Your tomorrow I can't even feel, ought to be planning your will
I can't even predict what will happen tomorrow, you should prepare for the worst

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' your smile
UGK hasn't had an album release in a while, but we're still making you unhappy

Keeping boppers in file, standing on top of the pile
Keeping the women in check, standing at the top

And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't about shopping in style
You'll get shot and still smile, this isn't about fashion

This about syrup and candy paint, you see us chopping for miles
This is about making and selling codeine syrup and using colorful car paint, you can see us from afar

Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take your flax
Out of the black car and Cadillac, swingers will applaud and if they rob you

You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks
You'll get hit for your drugs and money

And you'll crack-back your back
You'll get hit so hard that your back will make a sound

Hold up, they got game to sell you, from drugs to paraphernalia
Wait a minute, they have things to sell you, from drugs to drug paraphernalia

Guns that'll never fail you, ask Rollie B, he'll tell you
Guns that won't disappoint you, ask Rollie B, he knows

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile nigga
Representing Memphis, Tennessee, from Orange Mound

Symbol of the South, legendary rhyme spitter
A representation of the southern United States, known for a great rap career

From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From Memphis through Mississippi, deep in the forests

From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood
From Atlanta to Miami, deep in the neighborhoods

Twankies on coupes, money making sluts
22 inch rims on cars and women who make money

You tripping if you ain't got 22's on your truck
You're crazy if you don't have 22 inch rims on your truck

Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Guard dogs in the yard, gun on the car seat

Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
Marijuana joints rolling technique for those who smoke a lot

My nigga Earl hollered, Big Ball got it popping
My friend Earl shouted, Big Ball started it

Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
Smoked some marijuana, went to the studio and recorded a song

For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
For all my friends who keep it genuine and wild

Represent yo city, let them know where you from
Show pride in your city and make sure people know your origin