This song is dedicated to the best Canadian band
[Verse 1: Heems]
I belong to the heart of the city
The city is pretty but the stress gets shitty
Better than the next man save me the pity
Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty
Or the Citgo, mami just get low
If it's a hit though mami just let go
Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega
Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega
Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanka
Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda
Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka
Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka
Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco
Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though
If it's a free kick, it's a free throw
You know how he flow like Mark Price with free throws
[Refrain]
You belong, to the heart of the city
Why you try to play me baby
You belong, to the heart of the city
Why you try to play me baby
[Verse 1: Heems]
I belong to the heart of the city
The city is pretty but the stress gets shitty
Better than the next man save me the pity
Feed me a pita, gas at the Getty
Or the Citgo, mami just get low
If it's a hit though mami just let go
Mortal Kombat, the beat so Sega
Got a Spanish girl, she look like Vega
Got a Brazilian, she look like Blanka
Japanese dime lookin like E. Honda
Shorty from the tribe she look like Tatanka
Suck it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka
Call me Johnny Depp, call me Richard Greco
Lady in the sheets, in the streets she a freak though
If it's a free kick, it's a free throw
You know how he flow like Mark Price with free throws
[Refrain]
You belong, to the heart of the city
Why you try to play me baby
You belong, to the heart of the city
Why you try to play me baby
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