Lyrics:
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
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
to the stars, stars stars
From Orlando, New York City, to Nevada, Mississippi
We can dance, dance, dance to the bay
Don't give up tonight
Don't give up
cant be me that's gone and changed
You lead me astray by the New York bay
I'm drowning in Bombay I don't what to say
You couldn't say this shit maybe
I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel
Caught a train to Poughkeepsie
And time stood still
She wrote me a letter from San
I woke up in New York City
From my sleep behind the wheel
Caught a train to Poughkeepsie
And time stood still
She wrote me a letter from San
arms around my mama Tell her that this one's from you
See Christmas lights in New York City Like we always said we do
I'm not gonna run your name down I
have to hitch hike 'round the world
Gonna look around the world for my girl
Gonna look in Chicago city
Gonna look in St louis new York
Yeah, I'm goin'
city sure looks pretty from up here
you’re right
these stairs make you feel like you’re in New York
on a night like tonight even more
a player on the bench (Lord)
Ayo, L.A. for the winter, New York City for the summer
Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number
No time for
this is the good life
We faded every single night, right
I know it caught you by surprise, girl, but ooo
New York you're killing me, but that ain't
Bronx New York
And I don't fuck with sneaky niggas that's a dub
Said he like my style yeah that's wassup
Got me in all smiles wanna get to know me better
on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
the people like
I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin?"
Rock from New York City all the way
brokennesses it's that intense you know
(I'm alright)
New York City vibes and club be litty right
I'm just trynna get your number see if you can stay the night
smart
What a damn find cherry pie
Took a long drive from new york city
Coffee dark as a moonless night
In the great northern hotel
The guest were
Belair
Now I'm too proper for New York, too New York for here
Too cocky for you all, too subtle for there
I'm just rare homie it's just not fair
the label
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred] Freddy P
[Chop]
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
reality ain't the TV, they couldn't Love & Hip Hop me, nah
Hip-Hop the culture, this thing of ours
Started in the streets of New York City
And spread
city to city but I make my home in New York
I know the time with this rap shit 'cause they got it all backwards
They need to take a hint or catch my
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
Cooling out in Malibu, cruising down the avenue (Yeah)
Why you got an attitude, still ain't mad at you (Ooh)
Some girl new thot, same thing new spot
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