Lyrics:
really don't mean to preach
But, mine or your city, It's all the same thing
Detroit, New York, LA, Beijing
Baguettes in Paris, linguini in Rome
I'm sitting
I walk with the waves of New York City, X-rayed into my back As I floss every step that doesn't
Taste like food These red bricks have a funny way
the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in
the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in
to give 'em
You niggas love rats like yo last name was little
Don't ask me for features unless yo shit sizzle
All in the bacc streets up in New York
Gotta look on forward
It's a crooked borough
This Brooklyn, New York
Mothafucka, we thorough
I came a long way from those days back in Murrow (Ha)
I'm
I'm living the dream
That's what everybody's saying to me
I guess it must be true if I'm the only person that can't see
It's a 'confidence in
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
a spark
Yeah I just need a spark
Shit this might be the spark I need
I speak guapanese
Catch me lumberjacking chopping tree
I'm from New York I like to chop
Lamborghini mercy's and diablas
Rolls Royces, Mercedes Benz, and bombers
In the beemer I go bonkers
Maybe hit up New York visit Yonkers
Roaches in the bong
a beautiful world, can I please stay in it?
Life it goes by in a New York minute
There's wild roses still blooming in me
I'm gone in my head on a dream
a goddamn
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught
peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah, Left EYE
New York, Game you don't stop, Big Pun
N' you won't stop
I said, Rest in peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah
Left EYE freaky
Rest in peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah, Left EYE
New York, Game you don't stop, Big Pun
N' you won't stop
I said, Rest in peace to BIG, PAC, Aaliyah
Left EYE
for fast cars, jewels
and dough piling
Got me caught out there living on hope island
Voices in my head that sing in a slow violin
Hang the fucking
I'm out of New York and, boy, it don't sit right if you're white
Light were my steps from there
Did my dirt on the low, a Southern town nightmare
Cause
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork.
A wanderer from old Erin's isle,
I landed in New York.
There wasn't a soul to greet me
Theodore Unit, we the new Sammy Sosa's
Guns too big, they won't fit in the holsters
And we sittin' on top of the world, killin' ya'll roaches
[Chorus:
I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em
Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York
Fulfillin' fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke
Or tattoo I
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb,
He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day,
And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
mother's phone number
In my phone nigga
It's New York
New nas and old Jigga
It's kevo the pussy getter
We just took your little nigga
To the babysitter
She
to riches be stubborn as pavement
Give me the beat and I take it, I make it
They want me in New York like a Yankee, yeah, uh
(Bouta move out, like I'm ready)
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
They came from places far away and somehow met in New York.
A Jewish boy born in Paris and a beauty from Ecuador.
The boy's parents were survivors,
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