Lyrics:
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York
[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all
the evergreens
But I know what I'm needin'
And I don't wanna waste more time
I'm in a New York state of mind
It was so easy livin' day by day
Out of touch
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
would fuck Irish hoes
Maybe Asian bitches or Caucasian bitches
Remember when I got to New York I was lost
Because all I ever saw was Jamaican bitches
I
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
the bright frights in this big city?
Things flying by in the Boo York minute
Too many things in a day to try to fit in
All of you should stand up and dance,
dirt, within all that blood
Within all that pain, within all them cries
It's time to find ourselves, New Orleans
Because memories are everything
sounding better than Alisha singing New York
Your crazy
If you're thinking I'm lazy
Want the money so I got the blueprint off of Jay Z
Dave East and Swae
the time and we'll meet in the meadow
To discuss racial issues and tension
New York's a powder keg did I forget to mention?
Now case in point y'all
it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Verse Banks]
Rap gone
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
grand piano, baby grand pianos do not fit in New York city apartments. My dad was excited. My mom was pissed. To this day she's still pissed because they
Later I
Land in New York don't play around
Hit Brooklyn for the touchdown
Then I bugged out cos it turns out
where you from now
Somehow
Like 3 blocks
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
we act funny
We on the strip
They let the wrong niggas get money
New York, New York, it's in my blood, nigga
New York, it's where I'm from, nigga
Dirty
supposed stand up on yuh own
Locked up at 14 don't know his left from right
15 he smoking J's in a Cole world
Shit bruh
York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove
up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people
de jazz, j’ai connu
La note bleue disparue
De Manhattan, de ses avenues
Je suis venue…
De New York à Paris,
Mon coeur a choisi, Paris mon chéri
Fais de
HERE COME THE JETS cT c MILLION MILES.
HERE COME THE JETS cT c MILLION MILES.
Woke up in a New York State of Mind.
Out of the gate with our flag
biggest fear is that I'm gonna die alone
Before I let all the time go
I'm getting a grip on my life ho
This nothing new I'm the same one
Keep a hundred
swear that I fell in, so I tell them
I said it's 3D and J1, that's A-1, so please do not mistake, son
I been out on the New York Strips
Back when we made
fifty, one sixty-nine
I got it, you want a box of condoms? What kind?
That's two quarters, two quarter waters
The New York Times
You need a bag for
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