Lyrics:
The cold air's clouded by the way I'm breathing
(The city, New York city)
Oh walking through Manhattan
Dressed up so beautiful
I see the city from
Cleveland, Charlotte and New York New York
All the girls from California to the Jersey shore, we’re going to rock your little cowboy world
We’ll match you
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
Chains wrap round cold days
Heavy like hearts in pain
Sometimes I just can't think straight
Oh whenever I see stars above
I see you, my New York love
a spark
Yeah I just need a spark
Shit this might be the spark I need
I speak guapanese
Catch me lumberjacking chopping tree
I'm from New York I like to chop
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
this be the end?
With your New York blues again
It all seems so perfectly timed
Well, in your brand new skin, yeah, you look so pretty in it, yeah
I
I was up in New York City,
Just the other week.
You shoulda seen the waitress face
When I ordered sweet tea.
She said "we don't have that here"
And I
on the course for upstate New York
Stress, smokin back to back cigarettes
It popped off, one point in the mess hall
But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in
It's over before it starts
Oh, don't you know
So on your mark, stand by, ready, go
From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo
I see visions
coffin that’s called a deadlift
(Outro)
My Gz in New York, young and reckless
Gz in Detroit, young and reckless
Chicago Gz young and reckless
Los
friends hate me,
But i don't really see you
I've got some studies, i've got some work
My brain is off, it's in New York
cirplane mode, do not disturb
my side, we move silent like splinter cells
We from the sewers, like new York's finest
I keep that iron, I'm Raphael
Born in darkness like Tom hardy,
of the house
New routes are directed, I get played out
Like underground rap, I wonder if you understand facts
I'm not Rory Them Finest, but sometimes I try
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
way's right
You're my love
I want to be holdin' you down
In the evening of their lives
No regrets and clear blue skies
They meet again in old New York
He
mind fathom
Synchronize with the drum on Ill Mind pattern
Long as I got this beat in heart, I'm ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when [???],
a heart beat before the verse finish
But life goes on, basic rules still apply
And you can feel that lot in any hood that you live by
From Flatbush,
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
you walk
That's the swagger that you come with when you come from New York
I'm a hustler, I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate, come
back
Now I got a new XD with no bodies i'm taking that
When your momma heard the news she probably had a heart attack
And by the look of my cup you would
She be spoiled by me ballin'!
Like New York and maybe this my new store
And yes! I have found it for you!
So catch me and my new heart!
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