text: Once upon a time, there lived the Harajuku Barbie
  Used to watch the game in Madison Square Garden
  Coliseum block on the weekend
  Italian ices from the Puerto Ricans
  She reps Queens like a crown or a real poofy gown
  Or the little white lady out in London
  Queensbridge, Far Rock, Southside Jamaica block
  Flat-Bush Brooklyn, all of them Jamaican spots
  This is my city and I be reppin my city
  Its where the Giants will tackle you, call a capital avalon
  If you come to my city, you might see what I mean
  Its the city that never sleeps, but its the city of dreams
  What up, uptown, downtown, 6th ward
  7th ward, hardheads, West Bank, 5th ward
  3rd ward, 10th ward, reppin every damn street
  Shout out the mighty nine and east 2 Mazant St
  Rest in peace son, he had Tyra Lan
  On lockdown, its a shame they took him out the game
  I see ya, CeCe, Nacho, FiFi
  Snag Gang, Chuck D, Tallee, T-Streets
  Thats them Garetti boys, all about the fetti boy
  Only thing broke round here is the levee boy
  You know my city, nigga, yeah, its real hood
  Talk to Turk other day, he doin real good
  Hold ya head, C, hold ya head, Mack
  Rest in peace Soulja, damn, we need you back
  Shout out B.G., the whole Chopper City
  Cash Money, Young Money, yeah, we got the city
  Yeah, now lets welcome the Katrina victims
  I wasnt there when it happened, but I seen the pictures
  So anything my niggas need, they can call Short
  My arms always opened like Walmart
  I moved to the A and promised Imma be back
  Im still #1 in Houston like T-Mac
  Check my sleeve tats, I know you see that
  H with a star, syrup pourin over green back
  Yeah, and I aint talking Ms. Buttersworth
  So pass me a styrofoam double cup at first
  And Imma pour a four up in that
  And sip it till you see me movin slow like Im fat
  This the home of the the candy painted doors on the Lac
  And voices sounding deep as baritone on the track
   Yeah, we call that screwed
  And if you movin too fast, we might call that rude