Lyrics:
Schieb nicht den Larry oder du wirst den Rasen fressen
Das ist Frankfurt, nicht NYC
Ich bin Most Valuable Player, MVP
Das ist Frankfurt, nicht Venice
As she's flying to my world
And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl
And I'm waiting for a N.Y.C. girl
'em, I let it work, non-stop
I let it work, non-stop
Rest in peace to B.I.G
P.A.C. from LA to NYC
We get it
New York, New York, smokin' that
pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big
the s ladies to the floor
Hey oh, hey oh, all my ladies up in nyc
Nyc we're calling all the s ladies round the
Globe hey oh, hey oh
All them s shorties down in
you're the only one for
All the boys come follow me
Come follow me from NYC
And all the girls on the internet
In your private jet, yeah getting wet
NYC
TSA agent so she cleared him on the ID
Before he go through X-ray he taking off his shades
Taking off his jacket, arm out the sleeve
Reached in
One million light years from home
Throwing up and feeling small
Where have I gone and landed tonight
I've been shot right to the core
Of NYC
the mask on
Who the bad man that a man gotta bash on?
Hope we'll never link up
Blink and you will see us
Thumbprints 'bout to ink up
See me in the NYC
the basement (courtesy of NYC)
My time is now
(What time is it?)
(Honestly my future looking promising)
Watching CJ Electronica shock them all
Been fly
dog from flushing. queens
And still he's lurking. and still he creeps
He's still around
The devil man from NYC
The alleyway - fantasy's raging
the dead till you're crazy in the head
But you can't get away from me
No, you can't get away from me
Seattle, Hollywood, or N.Y.C.
You're a tour bus
(Young P) ayo daddy show these mothafucka's
How we do it
P, P, P, P p, P, P, P
Who holding down NYC huh? P, P, P, P
Yeah, listen
It don't matter
Gretzky (bling-blaow)
Easy money sniper but check my KD
I ball like KD and rock like AC (let's go)
You know me done shows in DC
Nyc, drop my top like
just rewinded 'em
Story Three!
We bout to take the NYC, they know about him in the NYC
But they don't know him in the D
As far as emceeing, this
(Dwele Dwele, Dwele Dwele, Dwele Dwele, Dwele Dwele)
What you do when you move to NYC and you left your sounds at home
All you got in the box
fan it's the gees kid capri
Me and my man na representative from the n.y.c
Chorus: kid capri
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me loud and clear
Cause I got
Bodega got cheese
My Bodega got everything I need for Quarantine
All around NYC you got what we need
You be holding us down
You got our backs
If I need
Somebody please help me
'Cause I'm not really sure what to do anymore
It's like every time I get something going I get pushed back
Let me know
NYC
algún hotel, en el salón.
Contra eso no hay nada mejor te acuerdas del día en el ascensor?
Y el taxi en NYC!
No hay nada que me guste másque cuando
I Really Can’t Believe This
Met a bad bitch I’m screaming OMG
Everywhere I go I’m reppin NYC
You know, I gotchu
We do whatever we want
Everything so
an orange glow
Pink and purple skies
And some people we don't know
Nobody else that I would rather be
Spending my time with in big old NYC
Oooo ooooo
Ooooooo
the features I got from My
Know I been fresh since the Karl Kani
NYC bitch had to hop in a cab
You know I do not give a fuck if she bad
They want the features I
of you
People who share the same passions that you do
From NYC, La, Puerto Rico, Macedonia
Enlighten your mind and your soul,
The world is in your
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