Lyrics:
dancing in the street
They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
Up in New York City
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music
your ass up
If you hot, you cold, you Florida, Alaska
Chicago, Virginia, New York City
Houston where the girls all thick
LA, the Bay, tell your girl
I'm like a locomotive
I don't run out of steam
I'm headed toward the reservoir and I'm gonna need a drink
I ain't no Napa Valley
New York City
back against a wall in new york city bricks and bones hungry and cold
november morning revealing your secret
blew right through me
I was hoping you
around since I was born
And now it's alright, it's okay
I'll live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
the forty five
Straight from the studio with a view in New York City
head (shoutout to my nigga, Hassan, Alright)
I was gettin' some head, gettin'- gettin' some head (my nigga, Remo, New York City)
I was- she's the kind
try to take mine,
[Bridge:]
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, New York She Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, California She Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up,
Uh
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
New York City
Uh huh, Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh
Uh
Supreme dreams
18kt gold chains for everyone on the team
crash like Bandicoot
School's out
Summer's in
I'm having fun
I'm still a kid
Vacation
Now I'm New York hangin'
I'm makin' bangers and takin' in
All
York niggas, what's happenin' you know
All my niggas down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggas, L.A. My Death Row family
What up
Yes indeed it's the mix king Ron G
I got somethin the world ain't ready for
New York City L.A. Chicago Atlanta
D.C. Detroit New Orleans, y'all
Yes indeed it's the mix king Ron G
I got somethin the world ain't ready for
New York City L.A. Chicago Atlanta
D.c. Detroit New Orleans, y'all
dissonance dwindling intelligence
All respect to decency we gotta bigger problem in society
Nobody bringing questions we're not challenging
Down to a break
next door
Whoever she enchants next
Will join me in this black hole hex
There's always New York City
If you catch on fire
I can catch a train
the winter in these tree-lined streets
And tell myself
New York City would be better
Chicago will do just fine
Even in this shitty weather, it's all the same
Bama, Louweezy)
I got a superstar bitch that came from the north (She aggressive on the dick that's New York City)
I got a real solid bitch that came from
took lil shawty out to New York City
Shoulda never took lil shawty out to New York City
Walk out to the garden get some fresh air
Got these bitches
night on the sidewalk. I can't say she's wrong
And I swore up and down that I'd never write another song
About New York but I guess I was wrong
So here's
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be
my glocks to them, like plow plow plow
I'm gonna to get on this TV and put shit down
I aint finna let these lights skinned niggaz come back in style
that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes
[Chorus]
She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City
That woman's been around the world
You can
by a fling
Made days seem
Really somber
So we both were in agreement
The baby I seen it
Thinking of killing it
Made me almost fall
To the cement
This
On the road it's a derby
I run through in a flurry
Round it up, rubber burnin' inferno
On the road outta New York
I'm converting my Euros
You come
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