Lyrics
We built this city
We built this city
We built this city
We built this city on rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
Chorus:
We built this city
We built this city on rock
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Verse 1: (The Realist)
Yo, lets rock-n-roll, and blow the f*** in roof off this b***
The Realist is ready to build another city wit bricks
Pound by pound, Marshall, MO holdin it down
Let me getcha twisted, make your whole world go 'round
Tell 'em Dre, growin up the north side of the tracks
Is as ghetto as you can get without roaches and rats
That's why we feelin rowdy so approach us with gats
Cause we quick to clap and lay a cat flat on they back with the mack
Matter of fact, I don't carry a strap
But I'm quick to react wit a SMACK if you know what's real
If I had a gat, I swear to God I'da already killed
Half of these n*** z out there, but it ain't even worth it
I'll bust 'em over the head wit a brick that I do dirt wit
Now you're worthless, and for that purpose
I can send all these fake ass clowns back to the circus
Maybe even 6 feet deep in the earth's surface
Everytime you think my name it'll getcha nervous
I'm feelin invincible Dre, no one can hurt this
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (Dreski)
Aiyyo we built this city to get nothin but dough
Smoke nothin but dro, pull nothin but fo's
I'm f*** in your hoe, my bullets got venom so you're suckin on holes
I give a f*** , ain't no duckin these blows
F*** that, we buckin the fo's, got these h*** wantin some mo
I give a f*** , lets get blunted and roll
The Realist, Dre-Ski's some n*** z you should try to know
Cause if you don't, y'all be found 6 feet under fa sho
(fa sho, fa sho, fa sho, fa sho, fa sho, fa sho, fa sho)
Yo f*** that, you though I was finish? I was just beginnin
Like twamps, 'bout to have these n*** z f*** in head spinnin
Hoes grinnin, like where did the f*** in ice go?
Right next to your boy's shoes on top of the light pole
Quick to pull the rifle, dick like the Eiffel
Talk sh** , have The Realist come f*** in snipe ya
Right behind ya, yo he's ready to kill
When he pull the trigga, ya guts yo, they ready to spill
(Chorus)
