Lyrics:
forty acres and a mule
But we did get you, CC, heh, yeah
Gainin' on ya
Movin' in and around ya
God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs
Gainin' on ya!
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
on everything I call,
The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, to house walls.
Hung out with Bobby.. ate breakfast with Whitney,
Made it official, New York is my city
city|Ooooh, yeah I like it (no doubt)|And ya say new york city|Ooooh, yeah I like it|Ha ha, and ya say|Cause we get down for ours we get down no doubt|Down for
on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I'm New York cities pharaoh
Ill have you starin down the barrel
You got em good get em its cool hit em
time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber
at the mouth but
Can they walk the walk?
Yo, I live in New York and
That's the city that never sleeps
It's where dirty deeds get done dirt-cheap
And I creep down
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
East Side from 1950 to 1975
We start with Harry Smith in 1950
A beatnik weirdo living in New York City
His huge collections were insane
Of Easter eggs
They had New York New York, We had L.A. L.A.
We had the army fatigues, you had the negligee
Ay, you see I rep for my city kid
And even Biggie said he
the fortunate one who dies
(New York, you ready?)
He move from LAS to Soho
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced
don't know (oh)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too
really don't mean to preach
But, mine or your city, It's all the same thing
Detroit, New York, LA, Beijing
Baguettes in Paris, linguini in Rome
I'm sitting
learned it down to the T
Other New York artists change they
Bop to a bounce
Started snappin they fingers like they
Was from the south
Out of towners come in
New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you and you say New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you say New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you say
New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you and you say New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you say New York City
Ooh, and I like it
And you say
ruinin' New York City for me
There's nothing left but the ruins
Of us in the streets
The bar where I met you, apartment I left you
Taste of the truth
It
I have a wonderful feeling out there, get pizzas snack from everywhere
I took a cab how it used to be, I need a ride in New York City
I got in a lil’
(spoken)
Hi everybody! I'm David Jo and the Dolls!
We're from New York City!
And we like our Philly soul Chicago-style!
Check it out!
Invested with
Yea..
'Til you live in this city
You don't really know man
City so nice they named it twice
City so nice shoulda named it life
When you down and out
leavin soon for New York
Come with me, that's where we belong, baby
You and me can live that high life in New York
Come with me, that's where we belong
where I didn't belong
Back to the city and places I've known
Where I'm by myself, but I'm never alone
Brought up in New York, brought down in LA
It's
Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg
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