Lyrics:
to the stars, stars stars
From Orlando, New York City, to Nevada, Mississippi
We can dance, dance, dance to the bay
Don't give up tonight
Don't give up
At work and I went on a run
In New York and I ball like Lebron
And I'm kissing your girl and she using her tongue
Now she on a run
We all getting rubs
When
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
and the wittiest and the gossip in
New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless
Ha! That doesn't mean I want him any less
Elizabeth Schuyler
It's
their sending pictures of where the sun don't shine
And now I'm sending back a picture of the New York City skyline
I don't give a fuck
Class almost done
yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherf- thing
of a man like me from Mars
New York, New York, I fell in love more times that I can count
Miami, the city, gave me her first kiss right after I held her
I'm so in love with you you remind
Me if New York
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
knucklehead's down too
Who is it Wizard? I got the address I'ma visit
Go down solo, she workin night, at the GoGo
New York City Ampex, she pays for my
like Thanos
Tell her she the apple of my eye
Send her back to New York like Eli
Smart with the pack in my mouth like Elon
Got her running back to me just
(Into - Instrumental)
(Verse 1)
I'm in New York real life feel like a dream
Bust from a small town vibe with the same scene
Central Park got good air
the people like
I get the crowd jumpin, get the girl's hearts pumpin
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin?"
Rock from New York City all the way
city to city but I make my home in New York
I know the time with this rap shit 'cause they got it all backwards
They need to take a hint or catch my
hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th
So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene
Catch a flight to new york city
the only nigga from my
City is the realcross to Bear?
Larkin flare! Darken hair!
Big opps, I can’t stand you
I learned how to grip potsso
I ain’t have
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
bound by wonderlust still don't know where we come from where we come from my my oh my...oh oh... my oh my....
HAYWIRE a street riot outside, they wont
brokennesses it's that intense you know
(I'm alright)
New York City vibes and club be litty right
I'm just trynna get your number see if you can stay the night
met him at some suburban St. Paul mall
Yeah, and St. Theresa came to Holly, but I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York City
enlisted
And I stay by myself keep the hogs at a distance
I gotta bad bitch from the city, she brown skin and quiet
But man do that girl got some attitude
Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie"
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
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