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• Artiste: Fun Lovin' Criminals
• Titre: City Boy
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Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper. Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed him on the plan, turned around and sang... I'm a city boy. Baby Don't you ever try to play me Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby You know they always like a story down on flatbush ave i remembered when i listened and we stole what we had. If America's a tit then New York is the nipple. So suck on this and you may learn a little... The golden rule's for fools or for men who are righteous so piay the cards you're dealt. And maybe you might just slide on by with no damage to your pride. Go let ignorance be your guide. I'm a city boy. Baby. Don't you ever try to play me. Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby (Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)