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distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
were up in New York on your honeymoon
Tonight I'm down, in Tennessee
I got that letter you wrote, it tore me up
But I don't have anyone to blame but
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
with the gat that be ready to peel
I'm the one next to Spliff when it's time to ill
I'ma show by astro red cross and blue shields
Watch us make a move
New York woman, got the rich girl blues
She can do anything she wants
Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars
Like a prince of blue
Blue like past thoughts
Brown like your eyes
Just enough time
I can't think now
You're too close and I
Might be too nice
These New York nights
Got
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
Hey love...
Yeah...
Shopping in the city one day
On my way, met a redbone by the name of Stronjay
Five foot six, body thick, hair silky
She could
liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue
Way down in California
And in New York drowns as we hold
on the hill, the mornin' fog
And the cool, cool night
That's where I wanna be: San Francisco
That's where my heart
Up in New York City
I've been to Chicago
liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue
Way down in California
And in New York drowns as we hold
Amalfi, blue skies, blue sea
It's a long way from Siberia
How did you get here?
Jumped the barrier at Orly Airport
Claimed political asylum
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
and your New York
Band blowin' them old Chicago blues
Ah Jesse, can't you see you're the one Jesse
Ah Sonny, this time it's you well Jesse
Your child is
every home
Lead a blue screen, bruised dream canopy
Victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
Ooh, I love all advertisements
Though
Kweli, MF DOOM, written for the babies
Let's go
Vik slick talk, with a cough full of North
Of course New York floss
Don't know blue pork
Before you walk
One of these days imma be in New York (New York)
One of these days imma be in LA (LA)
One of these days imma travel everywhere (Japan)
Imma work hard
This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build
flip
I might take another trip
I was out in New York Statue of Liberty
Now I’m nearby Philippines
Emirates billing me passport preliminary
Stomped by
go after New York
would be a pleasure cruise.
[Collins]
Now you're talking. *chuckles*
Now I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading
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