Lyrics:
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
baby girl a tease
Belaire for the bottles and we sip it like its tea
Lost the keys, oh baby wait, ain't no keys
We brought the foreign's out with bloody
to please
Gimme a cowboy who'll gimme the keys
I'm gonna drive his truck all the way back to
Tennessee
They say chin up girl you live New York City
No
You trying to find your girl, she tryin' to fuck me
Shake that ass, stop and go, shake that ass, yeah pop it ho
+Girl On Fire+, Alicia Keys, girl
there 'til the lumber comes
Leave a smooth operator lookin' like a bum
My girl's got a city to run
Got the key to the kingdom where the money's from
to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere
Welcome to New York City
You make it here for sure
You make it anywhere
New York City got
on a spree for new degrees
Things to do and see until nothing is new to me
A true MC usually be into a breeze
And I can still see New York City through
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
Ay, uh (ohh), woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
New York, New York
Running pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello baby, New York City
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl
You grew up ridin'
london and new York
Who get the key to the city
Who gat the key to the city
She gat the key to the city
She gat the key to the city
bad
Ya know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New
got keys to the mansion
Keys to the car
Keys to the mansion
She is a boss
And she's a savage
She paid the cost
Yeah she can manage
When she come by
They
(girl it's), it's international love (we're international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
You put it down like New York City, I never
(girl it's), it's international love (we're international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
You put it down like New York City, I never
girls you make a mess out of me
But I always come back home to New York City
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Like a hood girl, I don't like pink toes (yeah)
I think I'ma keep her, I'm impressed by her throat
Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat
Yea Check it
New York's Finest
SirKastik on the mic, along with
SickToxic
New York City put yo hands up
Stand up, New York
Yeah, It's that NY vibe,
hard to say it'd even sound the same
Once it made it to you
You're a New York girl
Surrounded by the city and you're acting like it's all okay
Well, it's
can be my down bitch, poppin' pills out in Ibiza
My bitch bad, look like Alicia
Keys to the lamb, you know I need them
Start her up and get her gone
love city (Love city)
So I took my lady by the hand
And led her to love me, love me, love me!
Where were you when the lights went out
In New York
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