| Ayy, where people get the party on it’s D-Town
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| And if you wanna get live, then come downtown
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| All my people get live on time
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| It’s the place to be at, where we spit raps
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| The DJ scratch, beboys with the Air Tracks
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| Battle cats, graffiti, Jimmy smoking crack
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| I rap a prayer, two fingers in the air
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| Party on with Bacardi-cardi's song, bodyguards
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| Folly’s on, God’s army got me strong, rocking Psalms
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| Home to the homeless, dope Trojans
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| And stone folk hopeless, coc' addicts and roach clips
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| Focus on the frontier, CN Towers
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| Engineered here, all my peers here, chill, and spend years here
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| Know the city, grab your girl and look pretty
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| Flex a fifty, and give away your pennies
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| Not to be trusted, gang busted, and rugged
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| Tourists subject to loss, so keep your eyes on your luggage
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| Towns that never sleep, from New York to Wall Street
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| Miles of concrete that rocks without a beat
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| Ayy yo, the place where I’m chilling at is, yeah, uh (Downtown)
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| Ayy, where people get the party on it’s D-Town
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| And if you wanna get live, then come downtown
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| 'Cause you know that, yeah (What?)
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| It was downtown
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| Down town, like new years countdown
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| Skate and crowd around till the police turn it out
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| Bounce to the next spot, watch, I seen a lot cops
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| I got caught stopped eating a vendor dog
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| Rep my cross I gotta be it, rap in coliseums
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| God, I see him looking down daily and the weekend
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| Seeing night life and the fights and the mics
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| And the wrongs and the rights and the cause is the pride
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| My side of the track is for truth and the facts
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| Where I’m going when I rap, through God I’m intact
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| The fast pace of life, you forget who you are
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| Try to get that girl, or soup up your car
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| Job, dialogue, the cost to get it all
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| You Got a five-year plan, but who’s there when you fall?
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| There’s nothing wrong with it, downtown’s explicit
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| Most peeps is after it, check it when you visit
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| Ayy yo, the place where I’m chilling at is, yeah, uh (Downtown)
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| Ayy, where people get the party on it’s D-Town
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| And if you wanna get live, then come downtown
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| It’s my place that I live at, downtown
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| If you wanna chill above average, get passed the madness
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| Find Jesus of Nazareth or God-fearing activists
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| Toronto’s a classic and has all the matches
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| The fashion, cornrose, gadgets, attractions
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| Traffic cars, girls, the ahhs
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| Left a life of God, living by no man’s laws
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| Why’s the truth hard to see when God’s in your dreams?
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| Put it down, follow me, Matthew 4:19
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| Poisonous living, boy struck, you illin'
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| My boisterous opinion, minds got you thinkin'
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| The T-dot don’t stop or sleep
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| Watch clocks in streets, party blocks loose is how we do
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| Is everything fair in the city? |
| (Nope)
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| Why don’t you ask the squeegees, homeless, or the needy
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| Regardless or not, I still call it my home
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| Residing in the downtown, uptown, land of broken souls
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| Ayy yo, the place where I’m chilling at is, yeah, uh (Downtown)
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| And If you wanna get live, then come downtown
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| Ayy, where my people get the party on, it’s (Downtown)
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| Downtown
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| The place that I live at
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| The place that I live at
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| T-Dot |