Wu-Town

I roll up in that lime green 2 seater

The epitome of class

Yet I'm wearing a white wife beater

I turn up my beats bumping that bass

Don't mess around with my cheddar

Mess around and find my .357 in yo face

A simple country boy is the hardest to replace

Cause out here all we got

A bunch of lifted trucks in the lot

Class is something wu-town lacks

Tacking the image of in-bred hicks up on our backs

And most of them are

Half can barely afford a 300 dollar car

So I plan my escape

As I record this very tape

I plan to leave this joke of a town

Who wants to live around these clowns?

I plan to take one last cruise

Then I'll roll coal on these Jews

I swear I'm not the only one singing the blues

 

Chorus :

 

Welcome to the city everybody wishes to leave

Full of dirty finks struggling to barely breathe

Our only landmark is a house with 8 sides

But in this town that's not a surprise

Wu-town wu-town for ever is what the gang bangers say

While I look at these clowns like they belong in a traveling act

Lord just help me make it through today

 

 

I'm back in it again to spit verse two

This song is for my own benefit not you

I had that epiphany a while back

While I was riding round in my grandpa's off-white Cadillac

I decided one day I would make something of myself

Win a few awards to put on a bedroom shelf

I wanted to get out this dump without any financial help

But I can't complain in a long the way I accumulate wealth

To all those who say being rich is a crime

I'd like to see you go through life living on a dime