Lyrics:
we do
New York (Bad)
Ha ha (I'm really a Bad Boy)
And I been a Dogg Pound Gangsta
For life, for life, for life
Internationally known
Man, don't
lines at the lost and found
All serve to reveal?
The streets of New York
The streets of New York
Have faces only mothers could love.
From rich boys
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
This ones designed to make your spine in your back wind
Grand puba lights it up for you every time
Oh, yeah I like it
And ya say new york city (I
to the stars, now he talkin' solar
And you fell in love, that's your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin' off her parts, he
chick in New York, uh
Miss her when I'm on tour, uh
She been keeping it real
Boy don't forget where you from
Lately you been acting like you care
Calling
better myself
Remember the times when the boy didn’t have shit, I wake in bed and I’m feeling myself
Only competition, me and myself
Thinking bout times
the garbage in the snow
But that's not what I'm here to tell you about
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You 'gon make them boys dump
You 'gon make them boys slump
(Chump I
Escúchala, la ciudad respirando
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shining, like who on top of this?
People was tussling,
Brought them to cmerica, out of the blue
Living in New York, adjusting to the new environment
Got a job, made some revenue
Just enough to get by and make
yeah, yeah, yeah
(He's) Got some big ideas
He's talkin' 'bout leavin' here
Going to a place called New York City
And here's what he told me
Mama, I
boy, more key at the
Drop the EP, now New York is in a frenzy
And waiting on the
These lil niggas rapping like they're twelve
So I guess they're waiting
but smile
De-doh-n-doh-de-doh
And here I am
The only living boy in New York
Half of the time we're gone
But we don't know where
And we don't know where
Ain't no F1, I'm staying the course
I took it North, Ain't talking New York
Saved by the Son, Covered in the blood
Run to the Lord, Treat this like
play the harp fool
The streets is my philanthropy
These beats help a nigga keep his sanity
I'm riding round New York in my car, mellow
Smoking on that
Put in the work (3x) now
Put it in the work (3x) now
I'm Walt Clyde, New York Vibe, I'm all style, I'm on fire
Put in the work (3x) Ya
Put in the work
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
[Chorus]
Bringing back that old New York rap
Bringing back that old New York rap
Bringing back that old New York rap
Bringing back that old New
the name in the song that I had to put on
Just to say I appreciate y'all
You know them girls out west, I can't forget
You know I love New York, I can't
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