Lyrics:
a first hello!
All I got is my word and my nuts, man I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin in my draws
Always talkin bout
the eye
I spy
An angel but a demon in disguise and I know it
Pop a perky mix it with the greens and now I'm rolling
This that energy this everything I need
We just got banned from the club
Yeah, ayy
Shoot the Glock (Yuh), don't even talk to me (No)
They need to water me (Water), I need it all for
you want more?)
Manhattan in the house, y'all (do you want more?)
The Boogie Down in the house, y'all (do you want more?)
L.I. in the house, y'all
proper cause I am proctor not doctor 'less
Manhattan ya man's snapping mind aligned with elements
So tell a friend this is what you need viciously unique
to say, but
You won't hear it, even if your ears was pierced with Beats by Dre
I mean, the sun is slowly fallin'
We all surely should die eventually, so
speak fashion and pass reefer under the moon
(Yeah)
I got no interest in a boujiee bitch
Need someone I can hit the bodega then get sushi with
Too legit
all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines, i knew that i was
goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time, before i even got the rhyme,
It's the consequence for writing in
Booths inviting the truth
I define my life inside of
My borough blinded by proof
That I was meant to do what the
Fuck
chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, let the beat chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel
Demons posted all around
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
don't need a rubber
Like how she moan so i tell her i love her
Like how she moan so i tell her look
I love all my bitches but i love you too
Take it all
Hollywood's the neighborhood that's built upon a dream
It's no big revelation that things aren't what they seem
I need a little time and space to try
all that, we grown men, we need Porsches We need Porsche endorsements and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just
you want more?)
Manhattan in the house, y'all (do you want more?)
The Boogie Down in the house, y'all (do you want more?)
L.I. in the house, y'all
just what I need
Maybe something by the water
Something by the sea
When I get scared, I have to stop myself
From selling all my stuff, and running
That's what I like
Hang by the fire at night
Those shiny diamonds, all white
Lucky for you, that's what I like
That's what I like
Lucky for you, that's
they'll fucking know me from Tokyo to Manhattan
Right now they pass and don't give me a second look
But they'll notice when they're singing all my hooks
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
Filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms.
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by the pain,
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