I'm not a rap God I'm searching for Heaven We won't live forever And I hope to die Life in the city doesn't get really pretty, Unless she works the ittie bitty titty commitee They want to see us dead accordingly I don't give a fuck about they modesty The authority ain't nothing but a commodity, for this broken community Where did the motha fucking pimps go Where did the motha fucking gang bangers go Where did the motha fucking drug dealers go Where did the shorties in Eastside New Orleans wearing them tight skirts shaking they ass to the hot boys go. I'm sliding on her mother fucking street in my 2008 equinox Equipped with that motha fucking bump in it. Southside nigga Get to her door, The beautiful Ebony Mama is pulling off her clothes. I'm in Baton Rouge, Louisiana Scotlandville, repping my city Rubbing on her titties She licks on my neck, trying to get my dick real big I know lit mama wet Cause that liquid is seeping through her lingerie I'm relaxing on her couch, while she belly dances and shakes her ass in my face This bitch so fine I'm about to lift them cheeks up and drill a hole in her ass I'm not a rap God I'm searching for Heaven We won't live forever Nigga, cross my fingers and I hope to die And Tupac's Still Alive