Lyrics:
In my hood like strip malls, New York clothes and negro food
Cornrows on my baby and my white tee touch my shoes (yup)
I may be Scorsese so don't
you mollywhopped
Sim Simma who got the keys to my Beamer
Pretty face, slim waist, ass fatter than Selena
Dark girl, real tall, break necks, have you
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
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!
Uh it's
on the scene
a intense gun battle between police and known drug dealers
from both the local area and New York City
The shooting's been ongoing since early
York, the light in my baby's eyes
Baby it's Christmas time
And it's cabs by the park
Girls after dark
Boys in the bars
Breaking every heart
Every year I
Whoo, Little nasty girl
(Yo man, see that??)
Damn!
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Hey girl I like your flava
Wish I could be your neighbor
Must be coffee by
of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on
Uniquely woven and continuously flowin intricately sewn into
The fabric of the nation New York City keep
lotion
That shit hit you smooth baby girl don’t it, yeah
I just wanna ride with you
Got a list of things that we oughta do
Up in New York City where them
York city. I got my first job as an assignment desk assistant, and then as a field producer at a local news station in New York City. But the thing about
went to jail in a Bentley (okay)
Straps with me in New York City (uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
I love you
Whoa
New York City, sing that out
Whoa
I promise that one day I'll be around
I'll keep you safe, I'll keep you sound
Right now
That the flower's killing me
With my intuition in remission
I gathered my guitar, got into my car
And left town for New York
I couldn't let Daisy
gon' do that shit for free, for me
Hoe won't miss a beat
She gon' do that shit for free, for me
Ho won't miss the beat
I just turned a city girl into
of fate is
Now holding the key to my heart
But youíre a long way from the subway
But youíre deep inside my heart
Youíre a long way from New York City
I wanna party every day till I can't see straight
A new girl, each city, coming your way
Always getting fucked up till I'm puking out my brains
stations I own
Give every girl a New York a cellular phone
Interstate highway controller 22 thousand cars on the freeway
Co-signer by myself, under me one
But believe different beings
Just food for thought
I know your tired of eating wings
I'll let it sing
Beretta named Alicia keys
Something different for
the dash
We're bouta go to new york city
And just have us a blast
It's okay
It's okay woah
It's okay
It's okay woah
Ooh woah
Riding through new york in
peg me, all this fire had me melted in the mold
Couldn't train me, I derailed, attention to the details
They all get ate in New York, son, I'm
Started with nothing now I’m in New York with a lil bit
I’m smoking out of the raws &’sippin on raw til I feel sick
When I hit da club I sneak my
in the summer
New York niggas only call you for the come up she always want the top floor view panorama
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