Lyrics:
nigga talkin' bout me
Don't give a fuck, we Swiss, beat the car, don't know Alicia Keys
I turn a one into a three and my jigs set up that shit
And I drop
if they from outta town or if they lost over there,
But homie this New York over here, get Off'd over here,
No workers the boss over here, we don't go
nothing on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and come inside you
This a new
You know it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother
I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
Girl I don't want no brain, give me
Step in the spot shit, men leave I was somethin hot quick
'Cris holdin that bottle, won't you pop it
I threw the key to the city, since I locked it
bitch I'm a surgeon, with samples, I chop 'em
From Yamahas to the MIDI keys
I'm like Swizz Beatz, no Alicia Keys
Need my cheddar now, I ain't saying
suits to ya
I’ll go leather jacket Usher "My Boo" to ya
Baby girl you’re picture perfect I’ll zoom to ya
In a different city girl get flewed to ya
Give
on some sandy beach
New York City making waves on wall street
No matter where you are, I've gotta find you
I've gotta find you
You could be
Bronx
The whole a New York baad mon
Me rump amongst the best of dem
Shine pon di rest of dem
Simi shimmy bullets plenty
Shower pon di flesh of dem
Baad
I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin, "Didilly whoa"
I got love for the streets, peace to New York
At exactly 11:35pm on January 21st I fell asleep sound
At exactly 11:35pm on Januray 21st some shit went down
[Aesop Rock]
Now Benny was a New York City crime
90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not
smoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York
peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me? Not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooden frames
class from new york city to blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
As for me, icy
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
the modern world
I'm in touch I'm a modern girl
New york city when it's late at night
I got the radio on
I'm like a roadrunner yeah
Said hello
on Rap Snacks
I'm on they head like snapback
Whip out the chop and it rat-tat
Just like New York, you be where the rats at
Christian Dior, Louis
Tattoos on me
Like the New York city post
And we ride
To the sunset
We ride
I took these wheels to the asphalt
My girl having trouble getting comfy,
Well you can tell by the way i use my walk i’m a sassy girl with no time to talk.
Music loud and men so warm, I’ve been messed around since I was
about this New York New York money.
Girl you need a better man straight stuck with that old dummy.
Me rip it up so good that are leave for nose running.
Yeah... what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
When I'm freakin' you
I love the New York heat
There's gotta be something better to talk about
Ask a stupid question, I'm walking out
I highly
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
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