Lyrics:
She's alright (ayo)
That girl's alright with me (this the Queen Mix right here)
Miami, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, New York (yeah)
Stand the fuck up
crash like Bandicoot
School's out
Summer's in
I'm having fun
I'm still a kid
Vacation
Now I'm New York hangin'
I'm makin' bangers and takin' in
All
New Berlin.
It's how they call it
In the New York magazine
I'm in love
Can't deny
This city definitely could be mine
I don't wanna miss a single
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
so I'll be nicer
Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice
Beware of the tricks and the full paradise
Like the wicked mind in york with them gun pound
a big big shout out
To the Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and the Group Home
To my man Premier
Crazy shoutout to all the boroughs of New York
Know what I'm
Tical
Verbal assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some talk
While other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide thoughts
that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold
I'm from New York City even pretty chicks act up
Niggas get clapped up, you stack up, they stick that up
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
much to say it's so little time and shitty
Killer Queens the borough, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like
Yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present and
May I introduce, four of New York's finest
Give it up for the X-Ecutioners
Yo, I'm like
call me, trick Swayze
Okay
In other news and other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs
heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
And I'm raising my glass in a toast
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
me chill translated to coppin new freeze
Dressed in all black dripped in gold like I'm drew brees
They screaming who that who that who that who
When I
please, you couldn't touch this cat with a stick
Quick to inflict tricks, blaze up in the flick
Son, I'm sick, and you could put that on my mama
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
the filler in her lips
But she all up in the mix
Eat the cake and imma dip
Ain't no time to bag a trick
I'm in the bag
I'm in my zone
Tell them boys I'm
introduce..'
'Four of New York's finest..'
'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!'
[Large Professor]
Yo
I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's
weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
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