[Verse 1: Monty]
My nigga welcome to Cincy
The scenery's decent, the streets is gritty
I feel the odds are against me, but fuck it, you rockin' with me
Let's go
To Downtown, where I'm stayin', and they ain't playin'
Mayor, administratin', the drugs and the home invasions
The hoes, compete with each other, crazy for wack reasons
You either gon' be a nurse, or waitin' for tax season
Just peep, the rich girls, they at Sak's, they 'bout to brag again
And the broke chicks, they lookin' for DOTS like an acronym
Fellas, them my fam and them cuz, I'm understandin' them drugs
The cops had planted them, now the government's brandin' them
Busted in front of camera men, love, we are the antonym
Antoine up in Lebanon, Mariemont up in
Brandon
This- is
The same shit, that we go through
On a Monday, you're the top guy, on a Wednesday, you'll be old news
When the chips down, and you get jammed, ask questions, I don't know you
That's the code dude, when we roll through, you know I'm representin' for that
[Refrain: Monty]
R-I-O-T C-I-T-Y
Where we don't sleep, four deep, inside of that ride
And we gon' be, ridin' 'round and gettin' it on that come up
We some wild mutha fuckas, schemin' like no other
You know I'm from Riot City, I'm from Riot City
You know I'm from Riot City, yea I'm from Riot City
You know I'm from Riot City, yea I'm from Riot City
I'm from Riot City, yea, I'm from Riot City
[Verse 2: Monty]
HOL' UP-
Salute me or shoot me, used to be two deep
Inside that Honda Accord we upgraded now it's four
When we roll up
My people'll shoot on sight when they see you
Just for the root of all evil, recruiting them younger boys
We the soldiers
And we really at war my nigga
Ain't no ROTC metaphors my nigga
But stay low
And keep firing, youngin' prone to the violence
Blood all in my iris, kids, bullets start flyin' quick
Like BLAHKA, BLAHKA, backup, that shit like Black Ops
They shootin' before they even get matchbox, or even slap box
The girls they can fight when the class stops, scrap with a padlock
In the "white house" the grandma on crack rocks, smoke til she pass out
I played lookout for the d-boys, as an adolescents
They got knocked, next damn day, I guess that add a lessons
Word to the wise, I never swallow my pride
You dead trippin', you know a nigga gon' be representin' for that
[Refrain]
[Verse 3: Monty]
FREEZE-
That's the, that's the sound of the police
You think that you sellin' weed, I think that they disagree
And he, had heroin with him and sippin' lean
Inside the trunk is a key, shotty under his tee
Then release
That shotgun, now he 'bout to squeeze
Blam blam, bleed bleed, somebody gotta leave
Deceased, he hop up in that rental and he dashin'
Life in the fast lane, and he only asking
For nothing but currency he in a hurry for everything he might just crash
Drinkin' and drivin' and speedin' while slidin' we all know survivin' and he's doin' that
Interstate swervin' where niggas determined for gettin' that paper and doin' it big
To the next city where women are pretty and he gon be clockin' them dividends
Ugh
Cincinnati west side side, rep yours or be quiet quiet
Ohio them my guys rep that whole I-75, uh
Riders boy and we don't - stop
Even after that chrome - pop
Yea boy that's my mission you know that I'm representin' for that
[Refrain]
