Memphis City Blues lyrics
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Said I got the blues (2X) Memphis City Blues 8Ball Yeah, Light up the green, watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic, fat boy be the truth Nigga live and learn, learn the streets or get burned Niggas take what you earn, they be slick as a perm Man I try to be slicker, try to be cunning and quicker Try to be more than just another broke ass nigga In this game of life, lose your life in the game Take a life full of pain, make you remember my name From the home of the blues, thought I paid my dues It’s hard to fill my shoes, imitators abuse I just love the music, like my heart or my brain Couldn’t live without it, that’s impossible man I’m unstoppable man, from the bottom I came Niggas scratching for bread, stumbled up on the fame Humble niggas with game, shut yo mouth up and listen Recognize it’s a blessing thankful just to be living Chorus I got the Memphis City Blues Ooh, I could feel it now The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping And everybody we know Used to play in them, street oh man, oh man, oh man I got the Memphis City Blues Ooh, I could feel it now The neighborhood pimps introduced us to pimping (This is how they put it down) And everybody we know Used to play in them, street oh man, oh man, oh man MJG I had the Memphis City jones running through my bones Way, way back with A+ beepers and gray phones Even further back when I was just playing around the yard Riding bikes and shit, falling and getting my legs scarred In the music city, Memphis, Tenn they turned me into this My dad and a couple of my friends they played instruments And when we used to roll to school at 16 We bumped shit like Bobby Womack and Al Green Hell, I knew most of the old school shit from front to end I would start to memorize four fives at age 10 I come from a city where R & B run deep And the blues was the music that paved the whole street It was only natural that we would take the torch and run wit it Be serious but still have a little fun wit it MJG from a town that runs real deep Ask B.B. King and Isaac Hayes on Bill Street Chorus 8Ball Yeah, On that pimping man, me and G was born and raised Commodores, O’Jays, Frankie Beverly and Maze Windows rolled down, no AC cause the gas low Bread at a minimum but still we found a place to go North to the South at my nigga house Chiefing out Skipping school learning what the Memphis City Blues bout Me and G and a whole bunch of others Had a rocky road to travel just to make the world love us MJG Cause it’s The Memphis City really to call it itty bitty Would be an understatement We got big ass, cash, and titties Big pimping working and hurt The pockets of big tippers Side dippers And big jails to hide niggas But we stayed out em Hard times we prayed bout em Nigga step up talking that shit and I laid out em MJG reppin the Memphis Tennie You and I could feel it Pass me some of the Henny
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