Lyrics:
) (Greasy kid stuff)
My radio was out of style Like some old movie It wasn't groovy
I tried to fake it for a while Songs by committee It was a pity
Oh!
me south
I got respect when they talk to me, I guess they got two faces
Talk with your chest, best know If you ain't right, you're gonna get left in
Being wrong about the right things
I'll meet you by the seaside
C'mon baby, it's a testdrive
Baby, it's a-Baby, it's a testdrive
These stakes get high,
And in years it won't be, it's a piece of your past
You either feel nostalgic, or treat it as crap
But that's by the by cos a white kid that liked to write
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
And now I got
Repeat what I say
Rememberin' Stuff
-Second Verse-
Wasn't all fun when the blocks got hot
Many got done in and some got shot
But mostly back then
attitude u been stashin' my stuff (That's right)
Ima bad boy like Mike Lawry (Bad Boys Baby)
How u think u got that rainbow Lui,
Not with a legal job's
upright
At all this was the middle
Of New York Fashion Week
And if you followed
Her Instagram, every few hours it was a
New event with a new dress
New hair,
(livin' a lie)
[Babyface]
I heard you got a chick on the side
I hope you got it right this time
Heard she got inside your mind
Hatin' on your family
got it locked down cold
And all dis right here this is under my control
I could really give a damn about the name on the sign
Cause as far as I'm
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
Woah, woah, wassup, wassup
Thanks for having me, I appreciate it
Thank you for stopping by
I see you got our voicemail, too cool to answer the phone
Yeah
explained
They want it by any means
They ain't playin no games
You chasing greatness loc, stay in yo lane
It's Only right
I take a moment for Waxx too
For yo
First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones,
gettin' tragic
Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Klux
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
What you gonna do? Kids are
Everything costs something bro
When it's somewhere somewhere else you just lost something yo
The cost of opportunities is always good to know
But
You're nasty anyway, it's your lucky day.
Tonight, I'll take flight, my wings flapping in the moonlight.
Light some candles get the mood right,
because
the chicken pox
I was J and knockin' boots right down the socks
She was freaky and wild, oh man could I call it?
But when I dropped her off, she had stole my
the chicken pox
I was "J" and knockin' boots right down the socks
She was freaky and wild, oh man could I call it?
But when I dropped her off, she had stole
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
've been hugging back
And I've been holding back
And now it's time you stop this
Holding back and get it right
And get it on time now
Don't you know
Some
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