Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy - City On Lock (ft. Nas) - Lyrics
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Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy (Half-A-Mil) collaborate on "City On Lock" featuring legendary rapper, Nas.
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It's become a well-worn cliche at this point -- hip-hop fans lamenting about the passage of the golden era, seemingly stunned whenever an artist possessing similar qualities drop off new music.
Of course, there are plenty of rappers currently spitting well-penned bars over sample-based production, including the recently returned duo of Dom Kennedy and Hit-Boy, back with a brand new album called Also Known As.
And while they're more than capable of carrying the load on their own merit, it never hurts to have a Nas feature in the back pocket.
Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy - City On Lock (ft.
Damn, this what it come to? Huh [Verse 1: Hitboy] Think I’ve been in a maze 15 minutes of fame I’ll put niggas on game Living up to my name Barrel into ya mouth I’m knocking brains out ‘Fore I switch up the style, I kick a bitch out Suit up then boot up or rule up, I’m too much Enough’s, not enough when you came up from the mud I ain’t believe in you niggas I’m a real big tipper My diamonds on glitter, I’m just with real niggas I mean, real niggas ain't even gotta say they real Throw a 100 in the tank Up my sleeve got an ace I done found another way Whether we back to back in hondas or the rose I’m rooting for my niggas cause we chosen [Hook: Nas] Nigga we chosen Money we holdin’ Ice stay frozen Your bitch open Got the city on lock now Got the city on lock Got the city on lockdown Nobody move a muscle Nigga we true to the hustle Got the city on lock Got the city on lockdown [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] See my momma told me “Don’t let these girls get you in trouble” Blood, sweat, tears to the struggle Spanish house brown stuck on, pilots tucked Monte Carlo switch it up Rally stripes kitted up Flying down 48th, we just trying to live it up The difference was, I played my part but I never played myself so women give it up That’s cause the kids rapping now, not as skilled as us I’m praying that they raise the game up I’m talking to everybody, no one in particular Come around my way, you could sit with us Black owned stores, sage, and cinema Credit card purchases the minimum New raw denim, uh See I know what the mission was [Hook: Nas] Nigga we chosen Money we holdin’ Ice stay frozen Your bitch open Got the city on lock now Got the city on lock Got the city on lockdown Nobody move a muscle Nigga we true to the hustle Got the city on lock Got the city on lockdown [Verse 3:Hitboy, Dom Kennedy & Nas] They wanted to stop We come out on top The oven on hot City on lock We not with the talk we hit up your spot The ain’t the shit for the radio party in the hills Look at the ratio, Louis shades on but I ain’t shady though Came back in this bitch with a crazy flow I want to make a toast to the real ones when the bill come We pull out platinum I need the black one So run me my back end And as far as rapping goes, Imma have to vote for the kid in the dodger fitted just off style alone I believe in you niggas But I’m still that nigga And my diamonds on glitter And my jab much quicker My momma told me “son stick to your hustle, stay close to people that love you” I got the shit off the muscle Uh Nas, Hitboy Dom Kennedy Got the city on lock City on lock Half-a-mil Niggas Uh City On Lock