Lyrics:
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
a special news bulletin. Hello, this is Wilma Wasko, anchorwoman at the Eyewitness News Center in New York. Hey - do I have your attention? Look at me, me, me
New York, I'm really rock, slick
I got a switch on my cock, slick
I'ma make my pussy pop, slick
We do not run from no cops, slick
This cock just scream
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
wears his John Deer cap and she wears her pearls
That country boy and city girl
Her porcelain skin and his farmer's tan
New York opera meets a bluegrass
more for you, woah woah woah
Wish I could've been there for you long ago... yeah, yeah
But for now I gotta let you go
Oh no
It's from New York
Why'd
at the waterbed tonight?
I got a surprise for you
I want to give it to you
*chorus*
All... (all) night... (he's called) long... (Daddy Long)
New, York
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
fresh mind stale,
Now, who you know
With the New York,
That keeps a brother respect
From California like I'm
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
Well, I'm Pete
thrills flow through new york, to Hollywood hills
Your male flow, I'm wipin' ass cracks like mop-n-glo
Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin' bad words
York State of mind
Am ah turn it up for my city
Watch me crank it up
And am ah broke the knob
Leave the volume max
For my city
They say New York Maine
Let me see!
What's Jamie Jackson doing back in New York?
Yeah, I thought he was making bank with his
Record label in California
Well, from what I read,
yay oh)
'Cause that's my peeps and we row g
Flyin' first class from New York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
on ten jets, she used to be scared of flights, alright
Personality be making up for my height
Met her in New York, she said she from The Heights, alright
and a dutch on super chill
New York, New York
The greatest place right here
They hit us with the color
Code cause they like fear ay yo I like free
Still I like
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
my man, tonight
From the bed to the kitchen
To the livin? room and couch
We done blessed every room
In this New York penthouse
Miami estate house by
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
New York
I like me my meat but I'm not eating pork
Plotting on me imma make you a corpse
Look at my girl she in Christian Dior
Mopping around she go
And you turned into a grown-up female stranger
If I was lyin' by you now, I wouldn't be here at all
Well we parted so hard
Me rushing 'round New York
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
What you wanna do?
What you
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