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City High Lyrics
"What Would You Do?"

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Boys and girls wanna hear a true story
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin' the cup
About five or six strippers tryna' work for a buck
And I took one girl outside wit' me
Her name was Loni
She went to Junior High wit' me
I said, why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last
She said
Chorus:

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep wit' a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

Girl, you ain't the only one who had a baby
That's no excuse to be livin' all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, everyday I wake up hopin' to die
She said, nigga I know about pain cuz
Me and my sista ran away
So my daddy couldn't rape us

Before I was a teenager
I'd been through more shit, you can't relate to

Repeat Chorus

(Yo hold up, hold up, something ain't soundin right you mean shorty
couldn't go out and get a job
I know this mad shorty going through the same thang
if I ever ran into your girl I would say)

Hold Up...
What would you do?
Get up on my feet and let go oF every excuse
What would you do?
Cuz I wouldn't want my baby, to go through what I went through.
C'mon, what would you do?
Get up on my feet, stop making tired excuses
What would you do?

Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it.

Oooo, Oooo, oooo_(yea, yea, yea, yea)

Repeat Chorus

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep wit' a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life (Come On)

Repeat Chorus
This song is from the album "City High".