Lyrics:
of losing control of your vehicle
It feels like a new experience yet
Riding in your car is likely one of the most familiar places to you
The outside was a new
the necklace (ice)
Paramount diamonds, just exquisite suggestion
Remy bust down, you can tell by the settin'
It's a high limit room, I see you bettin' by
to boogie down
this is all we know we feel it when we slams
you could hear the love, it comes out in our jams
the hiphop diggin cats just deliverin the words
CD in the house that we kept
I went to school, but don't feel like I learn sum new
I only do it jus to prove I could Graduate too
Still can't trust
of a Hotti
Hey Hotti
Come on yeah
Don't too many fellas turn her on
But if you're kicking the funkies
Then her word is born
Its best to blend in with
scotch, word to Stuart, I mean Scott
Out in New York set the screen, Patrick Ewing
Find the open man, it's Truman
Waste no time, he autotune it
Give and go,
When no money coming in is
When the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in
Front of my momma house
You know it's sort of like some
Shit you seen in
goin' down
Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound (straight up)
Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smokin' that loud
Hit
Check it out
Porsche spots, drop, gun in the stash, box
Get your bitch-ass, shot stuntin around here
Here flow so, hot, they say I got it, locked
Hold
Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away,
With my love,
Thatâ??s all sheâ??s ever needed, from me
Itâ??s my time, to mother,
One
Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear
Here is so dull and grey after the April snow has cleared
I keep New York in mind, rain
or it go down
That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
Or stuntin' her ass off in that '05 her man bought
How much your paint cost? Look
you
You do dope stuff, and I'm trynna do it too
You hit me up "trynna do a video shoot?"
You already know I'm down, let me cook up something new
fillin' in the skylight
Uh huh check it out
We be the connection to
Everything from calypso to
Hip-hop down to the bee-bop
Now come rock slip slide to mine
Watchin' the world go by in a rush
From the window of a bus
Thinkin' about my baby in Muscle Shoals
I'm gonna be up rockin' all
Night in New York City
Then
And the shit happened all so fast
I was in Paris, shut down l'Arc
New York, shut down Central Park
Talk about London
Oi Laurie where should I start?
Walked in
the sky with all her dreams
Always losing track of time
That was the story of Ellie and me
Off chasing
Montana Skies
New York City Lights
We had our plans
that's right|Shake your ass till it stink, that's right|Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right|Put it down for the streets, that's right||Pass that dutch, pass
done off
New York City streets they carry
The worst gun law
But still it's real, we do it with tools
It's ungod, under the code of hood
Play your role
black
Until the seats let back on your jet back
If you're a gambling man you could bet that
It's a sure thing not just a New York
Thing or a rich
Yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present and
May I introduce, four of New York's finest
Give it up for the X-Ecutioners
Yo, I'm like
Caesar
Got eleven homes, one in Rome
Baby, like Caesar
Got eleven homes, one in Rome
There will be one in New York
Another in Paris, baby
You'll see
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
a mile away's the sound of thunder and foam
The big lake, it's said, never gives up her dead
The gales of November singin' in his head
There's a wind
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