Reppin’ My City Rick Ross (Ft. Brisco & Triple C's)

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[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I be reppin' my city, I be reppin' my city
I be reppin my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
I be reppin' my city, I be reppin' my city
I be reppin my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smell the Issey Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
That's a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin' in his bloody boots
Yeah I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin' in Opalocka, floppin' them candy paints
Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the Seven-Tre
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers
In these bitches, under cover
Tell the truth, I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like I love her