Lyrics:
(I been all around New York City)
I ain't gon' lie
If we ain't making money together (Been all around New York City)
Or if you ain't paying me for my
Make some memories
Make a night to remember
Bright lights, big city
We're going out, gonna rock this town
Bright lights, big city
So hold on tight,
Bright lights big screen
Roll through my city and it feels like a dream
And I'm going in on any beat I'm on man
This is my moment
I'm looking for
Strike a pose
Hot as hell
Grab your chicken head by the tail
A lot of tail
Can generate you a lot of mail
I'm the victorious
You the big time
Ya gal
The young niggas putting on in my city
Trying to run it up until they see a million
Shawty say she in love with me
But every time I'm deep in she get
Makin' big plays on the block
Bitch, I feel like Shaq
Slidin' through the city
Bumpin' Lil' Big Pac
Fuck with Yak
Just roll me a Wood, baby
You can keep
court date
Matic run up in ah face like every quick race
Life cut like knife in the cake
Come ah St Paul what ah big mistake
Yuh dead know
Cyah raise no
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
mean
You're free from every insecurity
That plagued you back home
In Commerce City
I'm in this big perfect city
That I dreamed I'd be a part of
Where
probably get in Heaven through the side door
Ridin' through the city on my high horse
Big, big TEC on my body like a cyborg
Leave you on a low note, leave
nameless
It's publicity he dreads
Yeah.
There's a judge in the city
He goes to work every day
Spends his life in the courthouse
Keeps his perspective that
Now in my city I'm big as Pac and Biggie Smalls
God with me, whom shall I fill
There no more beggin' for shit we outta get ourselves
Just so I'm
by the city we're from
An empty plate with no meal
A shining knife and a fork
The smartest artists all jump on a plane to New York
You tell me that
just slip out the back door
This happens every night when big man comes around
I'll hang back at the bar while they insult the dancefloor
He thinks
4 Numbers, 4 Numbers, Bshot***
Bangin' Red Rum til I'm dead and gone
Go and check the score, we winning 95-0
That 4 Number Gang run the city fasho
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers
the block, big pump
Street sweeper
KOD, I tell 'em hoes to sweep up
Slow hoodie on, tell 'em keep up
Bit- (gibberish) and a (gibberish)
Uh, I done bought every
cold, so take cover
Every time you meet the biggest dog, bound to be another like
Big dog, drip sauce, big city slicker
Did time, pitchin' dimes, this
Every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
Wanna shake it cause I can't take it got me livin in Hell
Like I'm walkin with a secret that'll
and Big Papa (Big Papa)
They thought I was so devilish in the dark I would listen to sick opera
But this choppa' will be reppin' the city where RDV's
one too
These niggas in the city catch you when you passing through
And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do
I met Shipes at South By, he
a chump
Timberland trample you, we sip Remmy, ma
Every day I dey work on my music
Many guys dem dey see me dem dey feel me
When I walk by dem wanna see me
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
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