Artist: Rubbabandz Album: New Jack City, Vol. 1: What the Streets Been Missin' Song: Run Da City Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Rubbabandz] Aiyo ya'll shorties wanna bounce wit me, come on, and bounce wit me Get ya lungs dirty, burn an ounce wit me Run through the town wit me, we can run the city like Diddy Ball through the mall, ain't life pretty? Them diamonds look good around your neck I bet it feel good cashing daddy check I bet ya arms hurt holding all them bags Ride or die wit me, this is how it's gonna be [Rubbabandz] Listen, my jewels glisten heavy, I whip a black Chevy I said I'd be there at 8, and bitch better be ready Cuz putting ya weave on, and cake on your face Ain't really necessary The general is very, impatient, in every I need a chick hair done like Macy Gray Wit a bone in her nose, and her nickname Kizzy She jumped in the whip and said bump a little Biggie She whipped out my dick and said don't be stingy I'mma suck it til the zebras come home, my niggy I said, I'mma turn you into a overnight celebrity I'mma take you on a ten thousand dollar shopping spree You can get a lot from me, if you play your cards right But you ain't getting no dick tonight But your brain is superb, that's my word, I'm riding And swerving and almost banged the curb [Chorus] [Rubbabandz] Yeah, listen, my whip shine heavy 22 inch grown men, she so ready Somebody claw my paint like Freddy, haters When I catch 'em, I'mma send them to the cemetary I know it was that bitch ass bitch, I got caught up in the mix She found the tape, home made flicks And this is what I get tricking chicks? This is what I get tricking out of town tricks? Why she think she my girl, it might of been that cruise That we took around the world, it might of been that booze That we drunk til we url, then I said you my girl I didn't think she'd take it to heart, and now I got a tear world apart, take back everything I gave her ass, and she ain't get nothing back But smart remarks, I put her in the game And that's living out of shopping cart [Chorus] [Rubbabandz] Ride wit me, shorty shorty, I know you bout it bout it I'm just chilling, I ain't trying to get rowdy Where it's not overcrowded, bitch what you thought? You in the big city, New York, New York I got hoes of all sorts, different flavors of the week They call my phones, I don't pick up, they don't speak That's that childish shit, grow up, bitch, you weak I need some time to my self, sometimes I need peace And they never overstand where I'm coming from Cancel that hoe, like Nino Brown said, 'bitch, I get another one' I got about a truck load, a couple of tons All types of area codes, and I ain't the one Ya'll better recognize a don when ya'll see one Black mack chasing one broad, my money too long So I don't have to chase ya'll hoes, I can play Freeze tag, all this ice I got on