Lyrics
Cin-City Remix
Written and performed by K-Drama, Jay Tha Kid, & D.E.M.U.R.
Copyright, 2004 T.H.I.S. Click Records
Intro
You got a C on ya brim, throw ya brim up/
We need some light on our city, put the dim up/
Give us bout 10 years, have a film up, yeah/
Verse 1 (K-Drama)
I ain’t from Philly, the city of brotherly love/
I’m from the Nati where dudes team up and brotherly mug/
Where thangs move kinda slow, but we still get by/
On videos they rock (wear) Reds apparel that our stores don’t have, my question is why/
The Royals are now the Kings/
I hope J. Duncan and Mayo accomplish their dreams/
My city got talent, we beat the And 1 street team/
Eminem lost a battle here, I ain’t hating, so please don’t come against me/
Home of the black fam (black family reunion) and Scribble Jam/
Cin-City’s seen a lot of whack rappers scribble spam/
I know 40 dudes that spit for Yahweh/
But most release material for materials, I’a never spit yawls way/
I’ll take another street banger and get it in clubs/
Get Cincypeeps (dot com), the schools, and streets to show us love/
Roll up on Summit where the Wiz is at, give Terri (Thomas) the track/
Wish me success as I help put our city on the map (Cin-City)
Chorus
I’m from that Cin, times 2, N-A-T-I/
This is my hometown, I’m a rep it till I die/
My territory, this is where I need to be/
I can’t leave, I must stay, for my people need me/
I’m from that C-I-N-C-I-N-N-A-T-I/
This is my hometown, I’m a rep it till I die/
My territory, this is where I need to be/
I can’t leave, I must stay, for my people need me/
Verse 2 (Jay Tha Kid)
I came to rep my city, but this ain’t Lil Jon/
I’m from the Nati, where if you run, then you know it’s on/
I’m from the place where dem bows (elbows) get thrown/
And we ride real slow when we drive through dem District Zones/
Cin-City, Round 2, put dem gloves on/
Knockin’ other cities out the way like Ricardo (Williams)/
So please move over cause the Nati in here/
See ya’ll be Chicken Headin’ but we Down the Way in here/
Man listen clear/
My closet look like the Cincy Shop/
Call me a hat fiend, I cop one and I just can’t stop/
I’m from that C-I-N, times 2, N-A-T-I/
That’s Cincinnati if the 3rd grade you didn’t get by/
This is the remix, request this on 100.9/
Another certified street banger by Big Greg/
This city’s getting bigger than Corey Dillon’s head/
And this the remix, and it’s covered in red (Cin-City)/
Chorus
Verse 3 (D.E.M.U.R.)
I’m from the Cin-Ci double N, A-T-I/
Talk fly, get jumped by 18 guys/
But A T.I., might not roll on 24’s/
But we cop clothes and you know it’s Deveroes/
Hang out spots, chillin’ at the mall or the Ritz/
High School football competition, the best that it gets/
Hats, big or small, none really fits/
But pro models all seasons, no reason to switch/
Red Nati jacket, grey sleeves with the hat to match/
Got all the Reds logos on the back of the baseball cap/
City coming up, check our status/
Bengals and Bearcats winning, this all founded by Cincinnatus/
Hype like Gladys at (K)night, you might see a fight/
But sooner or later, here comes the boys with the stripes/
Cin-City, southwest of Ohio/
Simple and plain, stop hating and let Pete Rose in the Hall of Fame/
Chorus
Chant
K-Heights, E-Town, Down the Way, Brick City/
C-Hills, Walnut Hills, Roselawn, Mt.Healthy/
Bond Hill, Madville, Western Hills, Northside/
Clifton, Mt. Auburn, A-1, lets ride/
Woodlawn, F. Park, Springdale, let us come together/
Make it through this weather and make our city better/
I forgot some hoods, let me name Moosewood/
And Finneytown, and that’s how we get down (Yeah)/
