Inner City Songtext
von Arrested Development

Arrested Development coming
Alright
Pulling might from the inner cities
Always gritty
The people requesting us
We had enough of resting up
The best amongst us is refreshing us
Stand up my inner cities
Down trodden, brethren, we kin, we lend our love to ya
Mathematics, musical path, a musical wrath
19-member staff family
Ramming the inner city down the throats of the bourgeoisie
Did anyone tell you whose I be?
I be the cat that way back in 92
Reminded you that there′s more to do in the inner cities!


A.D. in this thang, man we go against the grain
It's a shame how the lame, done infiltrated the game
I′m for real, we got our own slang in the field
To identify the Jake from the fake and the real
For ever I love Atlanta, it's hotter than country grammar
Got old folks wearing white T's and bandannas
So if our style jumps off the track
Pick it up, Pick it up, Pick it up
Back on the scene, the projects apartment 74
First door on the left, man second floor
See, I never had a crib just a dresser drawer
Never stressing Big O she let her little professor grow
Hear the sounds from the corner like a serenade
Where the girls ball hogging like Dewayne Wade
So I moved to Westwood, man the best hood
Learned the game how not to be lame and how to dress good
You can find nines, dimes and stallions
Club full of freaks in Jesus piece medallions
I got the key to the city like I′m P. Diddy
Inner City, my city we keep it real gritty
Like throw backs, fitted hats, gold chain, gold teeth
Drug dealers and killers, they all about the rap beef
No curfew, these young boys will hurt you
It′s very obvious that there's more to do in the Inner City