Lyrics:
trying
To get the bread thin
Tree to make the head spin
Every season play the corner like I'm Revis
Light Caesar, heavy bearded like I'm Jesus
New York
York, 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
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
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
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
a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
hoe, it's all about me"
[Heather B]
It's not the star spangled banner or the red white and blue
but the underground sister from the Edutainment
of you
I’m standing by the exit door
You ask me where I’m going
Say I’m going home tonight
Don’t know what I have done
Baby blue,
Baby blue, I’m thinking
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
The minutes tick by no clock
Eventually, the man arrives
I remember leaving New York
With its vine-like grip
Thin tendrils reaching around your ankles
My click, my squad all we trust
Post up by the whip playing Dipset
(Ow)
NYC
Hot nine late night Flex in his bag
New York tri-state I wanna be so
and some new lesbian version of the Blues Brothers. Actually, I wasn't even on the bill at all, but I knew this guy Garcia who was roadie-ing for Mellencamp
Yeah yeah yeah
No I ain't from the south, bitch I'm from New York
Get cold in the wintertime, chills when I walk
Muh'fuckers wanna give me time, only
the silence
We was running off from the violence
Right by the sirens
Bonny and Surviving
Whether we scuba diving
No hookah or conniving
Blues or contemporary
Tampa Bay, on the one night it rained
Had a dream, I was back in the streets of New York again
On the ground, as the crowd passes by she holds out
You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it
hover in blue disguise
The dry season New York's five
Reasons flock to the marketplace
Targets chase targets oblivious to if they
Heart a splash of bull's
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name,
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh
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'
bug you had to fall-out wit, head-chest
Don't let-'em fall-out, shit
And if I fall-out, quick
It's Money Boss
I'm at the midnight blue
Three
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