Lyrics:
Maine
I’m tellin ya, you just can’t stop ‘em
The St Louis blues well they sure sound sweet
When you’re sittin’ by the Mississippi
One of these days you’re
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
I've became one of New York's finest
Filet Mignon and Cabernet I think that you should try it
Smoke a blunt with the top down while I'm drivin
Man this
glown
Cuz I love you, believe what I say
It's your smile and your charm thats always makin my day
We the best collab hit me with a dab
Love in New York
My daddy was a preacher man,
He said what was on his mind
From state to state and town to town
Saving one soul at a time
By his side I rode along
You run from years by chasing styles
Savvy looks to new age flair
The hot spot earrings aren't becoming
You don't look good in purple hair
New York
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
With their New York cowboys
Hiding up in the mountains
Laying low in the canyons
Goin' nowhere on the streets
With their Spanish names
Makin' love with
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
who got baby mamas from the noila to new york
Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk
Now who the fuck we talking bout, look,
I'm scared to leave my box
I'm scared to the house cause I'm watched by the bots
I'm scared to get the loot cause I'm watched by my ops
But fuck it,
to ash and dust to what it is
Cant change up what it's been
Wrote my hopes and dreams in sediment
Then grew up suddenly, I'll pull the fabric thread by
New York the city that never sleeps
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face
New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew
[Fashion]
Hey, you ain't
mean? (A+)
A+ (You how we livin?)
This is New York City
Ninety-seven Sosa
A to Z up in the spot representin
Takin it back from here its sposed to be
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
beat you black and blue
Demolish you
Have you lookin' just like the bottom of my shoe
The game, the game feeds off us (feeds off us)
The industry
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