Lyrics:
struggling to figure out what we really want
I want 52nd street in ’49
To be thrown across the Goldilocks Zone on the taxpayer’s dime
To see Sugar Ray fight
the eye
52nd enterprise, marchin' in these chucks like they boots
Money make a pussy get the juice
Money make the copper give a pass
Money make me cop
might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night
But her
Morena: song origin
On May 17th, 1964, Zeca Afonso was invited to the festivities of the 52nd Anniversary of Grandolense Worker’s Fraternity Musical
by
Heard a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times Square
Heard of the ghost of 52nd Street
Looked out the door but
romances
How far we've fallen baby now we've landed
On these street in the city tonight
In New York City tonight
Hanging on the corner
Of 52nd and Broadway
a name in these streets
Once they put 52nd in ya name
It's complete
I got you
This one's for the fam
'Kuz behind the wall
Build wit' your bro's
We designed
that bird to 52nd street.
He played so sweet,
They told us, at the Onyx and at The Famous Door.
But we didn't score, Yardbird was no more.
.
(Jack
As I head for Skid Away, make a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd
a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make
bible with the whiskey
52nd Street
No phone calls from the cops or from your family
Can reach you
They all know you, you're famous in your fur coat
of
Champagne in the $400 range when he's
In album mode, he spends every
Night in the studio
Usually working until seven
Or eight in the morning and sleeping
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
own record label and put myself on blast
The album was independent, it was just for the streets
I sold a one thousand copies in my first fuckin' week
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
Now I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' n****s known for tellin' b****es f*** it in the late night
"Last
buy
My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin'
Slappin' niggas known for tellin' bitches fuck it in the late night
"Last
through the night
Man, you better believe that
I'm a street rider
Can't sleep through the night
I keep it tucked in my sleeves
Cause I'm a street rider (Uh,
Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by
shoes
But every night we would run the streets
Nigga, fuck growlin'
It was nights I heard my stomach speak
Then I started pumpin' that bass
Like they done
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Discuss these by of the night album 52nd street Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In