Lyrics:
Buchanan
Yo, New York niggas in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggas in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies
I know summer time, down south
Girls wear white tee's
All my New York, up-state girls in the Nikes
But all my TO girls, you know I got you
And they
waiting for me
Met so many others
Wanted to know which way to go
Louisiana, New York City
They wanted the answer
They'd ask of me.
Friend, have you
New York City is broken
Everybody's moving out
Young people drinking and smoking
Old money freaking out
There's a new generation in motion
the vibe of this lovely city, yeah
Stargazing in the lookout of Mt. Cootha
Fine dining in the evening around West End
Sidewalking on the top floor of GOMA
where we can go
Fuck what a nigga talk, I'm young Christopher in my soul
Walking that is, I'm King of New York and cross the globe
DC nigga this a DC mind
don't even look at me she look straight at the crew
Miami to New York City it was quick just passing through
Unfazed by all the drama no we done learned
on I'm not satisfied"
I wanna go travel the world
See New York and the city lights
Although they can not shine
Like your pretty eyes
I heard Scotland was
York City to Japan
I'll be there ba-by
Just call my phone and I'll come flying
On the next plane to you
Never worry 'cause I'm ya woman
And I
(silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)
A couple hoes showed titties, brought my locs wit' me (it's cracking)
And we ain't sharin'
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
off and then wash
In the water hazards
What a haggard operation
Lit the city bricks, no grips, no gaffers
A recognizable pattern
Just popped up
got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
imma flourish
I'm in this bitch getting geeked rocking Marni
Go to new york i don't step foot in barney's
Rocking all black like a priest or a nun
This
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
(Bring it, yeah)
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas
I'm all alone, walkin' around the city
I'm in a zone, I'm on a mission
I'm moving at a New York pace
All of a sudden, I hit a blockade
Right in
c cold night in New York City, footsteps fading from your door
Your last few words, I'll carry with me, to where my heart don't like to go
The wind
perfect
Do you ever get tired being perfect?
I got on a flight, the plane's brand new
We can make it to New York in an hour or two
Look down
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