Sangtekst: Lyrical Affair. Other. Pick Our City Up (Drop The World Remix).

[Verse 1:]
Born in Ohio, brought up in Ohio,
You can't copy my state but you can try though,
It's on our back like a number on a jersey
And if you ain't fucking with us you should leave in a hurry,
We'll put our city on like a fitted or t-shirt,
Spit it so hard until our mother fucking teeth hurt,
Run laps around you till our mother fucking feet hurt,
Then get up one more time just to smack the face of these jerks,
So when you look at the map remember O-H,
We got it strapped to our shoulders now so go hate,
Cause when we're sitting at the finish line with your plate,
We'll watch your asses fucking starve cause you won't get a taste

[Hook:]
So I'm a pick my city up and I'm a' strap it on my fucking back,
And I'm a take my hometown and I'm a' put it on the fucking map,
I do it for the buckeye state and the 330
That's the place I stay and the place that I call my home,
O-H-I-O that's my home.

[Verse 2:]
We hold it down who else you know got a better grip?
Whoever had it last been letting that shit slip,
So we are here for a little reasurance,
That we got it in the bag like laundry and detergant,
We're taking everybody with us to the top,
And we don't plan to stop like a solar powered watch,
So you just need to watch kick back and grab a seat,
Got a couple spots open who the fucks joining the team?

[Hook:]
So I'm a pick my city up and I'm a' strap it on my fucking back,
And I'm a take my hometown and I'm a' put it on the fucking map,
I do it for the buckeye state and the 330
That's the place I stay and the place that I call my home,
O-H-I-O that's my home