Cleveland Is The City

English translation

-DJ EV.

-Eight MCs connect to form something more powerful than Optimus Prime. Two-one-six, the reason why they rhyme.

Let's stop the hate and stand on the front line. Unite for one cause, one goal.

Let's do this for our city. This is N Jones the General.

Now close your eyes and walk with me, as they prove to the world without a doubt that Cleveland is definitely in the house.

Cleveland what I'm repping, so tell me what the hate about.

Junior playing quarterback, don't watch me run your route. I do it for the land. You know what I stand for.

If Cleveland in the house, I gotta be the landlord. Uh, I'm repping the city, who repping it with me?

So pop up the bottles and roll up the sticky. We cocking the 40s and loading the semis.

We smoke to the ash and drink till it's empty. ECG in our breath for y'all.

Hate it how you missing like Alcatraz. Got killers on St. Clair, Linden, Craig, West

Side, G Square, all the way to Seven-R. Thirtieth, whatever y'all.

Many more streets, can't name 'em all. Hood chicks, so highest girls.

Cleveland, we got the baddest broads. Uh, they call me Ray Jr. , I'm who they blogging 'bout. I'm from

EastCleveland. com and I ain't logging out.

-Yeah, go. I'm from the land. -Yeah.

-I'm a nutcase. -True.

-You think it's sweet? -Yeah.

-Snatch a cupcake. -All right.

-I know some Cleveland shooters. -Where?

-That never pump fake. -Yeah.

-I'm so nice, flow tight like. . . -Hey.

Hey, and that yellow grape, fill it with that guacamole.

Piccolo, spinach color sticky dro. More bread than a general. Quit asking what I get it for.

We get it like my city love. I can't fold my paper, what's the envelope?

It's Young Savage, it's Young Savage, all right.

-C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D. -What?

All about big face Benjis. Now let me tell my history quickly.

-Let's go. -Before you out-of-towners make a entry.

-What? -This is a different world.

Dwayne, Ron, and Whitley, my city set trends. And then we get off the white just to get in some

M's. Associates, no friends. These haters do not wanna see young J win.

That's how the game go. East Side, when I ride till I die. J from the 50, St. Clair G's.

And a slap, slap, slap, salute to all my enemies. Gone.

Cleveland definitely in the house.

Cleveland -definitely in the house. -Shane.

-Double glock and you know me, homie. -Uh-huh.

This for the land. See, Cleveland is the city, it's in me.

Stay cool and like a -fan. -Yeah.

You stretch before games, I'm stretching bands.

On the money, fam, so I don't -understand. -Uh-huh.

How you feeling like I ain't the man? So stop it.

-Uh. -Red sand, they out landing, never mind.

-You never grand. -Uh-huh, yeah.

You never shine. Go find a stone that's bright as mine, you can't.

-Slatt. -I screw you till you love it.

-Yeah. -Make it out in public.

Touch the gang with -no hands. -Burn.

-Steel thug is rugged as Kane. -I pull up in something coupie.

It's your -Kodak moment, I'm ruthless. -What?

-Show buzz diamonds. -Uh.

-My watch and bracelet is stupid. -Ooh.

Cream and three groupies. Minaj A4, boo, let's do it.

-Oh, yeah. -Creme don't cuff or love 'em.

-Oh, yeah. -They choosing, but I'm like Deuces.

I'm loose. It's got a tank full of Benjis and still recruiting.

-What? What? -Beams on choppers, I'm stupid.

-What? What? -Never been shot by Cupid.

-Ooh. -You see me, please believe me.

-Huh? -I'm stunting, this is just easy.

-Huh?

-Real as long as I'm breathing, my body -look like graffiti, uh. -They tell me what I'm doing is rarity.

-Everybody else is a rarity. -Uh-huh.

All these dudes wanna do what I did, but the truth, they don't compare to me.

'Cause they compare to a parody. They copy my words like a parrot speech.

-That's right. -Tell young Shane when the fame coming in.

Fifty thousand, that'll get you a pair of geese.

I had to laugh. Shane move snow like an avalanche.

All this stunting and all this money and the women ain't nothing but the aftermath.

And no, I don't be rapping fast, but my dope come wrapping fast.

Making this all about me is equivalent to -suicide with you little rappers.

-They know that's mighty, mighty, turtle mighty. Man, I'm everything it 'posed to be.

Your chick is stressing, sweating, 'cause she wanna get up close to me. My whip from overseas. Workers I oversee.

Keep paying attention, rear pockets, man, I gotta keep 'em holding G's.

This for my -rebels, soldiers, survivors. -Soldiers, survivors.

Stay true forever, swear, holding the Bible.

-Holding the Bible. -My title.

-My title. -I'm who they wanna be.

Bread all in front of me. Y'all can never front on me. Y'all wanna see.

Cleveland definitely in the house.

Cleveland definitely -in the house. -Bring it back to the middle of the map. On

St. Clair right where the gangstas is at. Gotta get that money, never get a hustle.

Run up in the bank with the strap. EC to the Valley on back.

93rd, huh, yeah, we ain't cutting no slack. I'm posted outside of the bando.

And I got whatever you want, it's a known fact.

I'm that granddaddy kush and that weed be getting me feeling just like I can fly. Repping from Cleveland, we thugging and thieving.

My young niggas, you can get slid to the side.

We be out all night chasing that paper. Bands is coming the escalator. Steadily ducking investigators.

Cocking and busting at all of you haters.