About 5, 6 strippers tryin' to work for a buck And I took one girl outside wit me Her name was Lonni, she went to Jr. High wit me I said, "Why you up
High in the city, high in the city I wanna get high in the city I wanna stay alive here in the city I wanna stay high in the city High in the city, high
(HOOK) bone diggy dig on bone (repeat x8) Now the way you went Got me in this messed up predicament 'cause i aint know how to be monagomous I was caught
You can say I'm plain Jane, but it's not the same I ain't into big names, but I like nice things I watch boxing matches and football games I wouldn't
City High, City High, '99, '99 If you my dog, let me hear you bark It ain't my fault that the thought that hit your heart Split you apart, you should
And why, 'cuz I went to city high A school with more dropouts than sign ups and registrations Mmm yeah, and the pregnancy rate is at an all time high
What's up my nigga? Chillin' yo What's up man, ya ready to go? Come on Naw yo, you just go ahead What's wrong with you man? Wifey got you buggin' again
This is real hard for me to tell you because you my best friend But you my boy so I'mma be straight up Now you'z my boy and all but we need to talk Let
How many people out there like Donny Hathaway? Let me see your hands up you know what I'm sayin' City high's about to reminisce drop the beat y'all I'
many things that I will never know Sometimes I sit and wonder "Will we ever meet again?" Oh, but wherever life may lead you You'll always have a friend in need, oh City High
Its a Ghetto Fairy Tale... Ya ya ya ya It was two weeks before my son's birthday, The "DT's" were ringing my bell. (ma'am we need to ask you a
Who is she That be pagin' you and callin' all night? Just tell me please Ain't no need for you to try and lie now Where did you go? When you said that
Now the way it went Got me in this messed up predicament 'Cause I ain't know how to be monogamous I was caught in the wrong just walkin' Through the mall
You don?t know me, they don?t know me Y?all don?t know me so don?t try to judge me 'Cause I?m hard headed, I don?t wanna listen Experience is my teacher
City High, Booga Bassment Here come another one, uh I know things ain't work out for you and me, lady But don't worry 'bout my child 'Cause I'm gonna
It's a ghetto fairytale Hey yeah yeah yeah It was two weeks before my son's birthday DT's ringing my bell (Ma'am we need to ask a few questions) They
