Lyrics:
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight girl you look so pretty
Yes you do
Time square can't
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
making
Congratulations to give out
And I need motivation
Catch me on the way up
So we both can see
I'm fresh off the jet from Saudi
Now squares around me
nigga, I'm just on steroids
I got pretty New York City bitches, I'm like they A-Rod
Psychedelic flow, smokin' kush by the pound
Got some girls in my
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
York city. I got my first job as an assignment desk assistant, and then as a field producer at a local news station in New York City. But the thing about
At exactly 11:35pm on January 21st I fell asleep sound
At exactly 11:35pm on Januray 21st some shit went down
[Aesop Rock]
Now Benny was a New York City crime
Wait
They
Take me away from you
Left for dead in the city
The city
Why do they hate when I'm with you
Left for dead in the city
The city
Oh girl have
(shout out to Buffalo)
It's some young niggas in New York I follow
Pop Smoke, Tjay, Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow
Fivio had the city lit with "Big Drip"
Now
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin, "Didilly whoa"
I got love for the streets, peace to New York
We makin' mothafuckin hits man
I been runnin' through my city
I count hunnits and the fifties
I'm from New York like I'm fifty
In this game they
90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not
smoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
DJed
You know these days might all be in the past
But fucking hell son I had a proper fucking blast
It was like a shit version of New York
But like
waist
And got a nice little, itty-bitty frame
You know I'll do bad things to that little, pretty face
From LA to Tokyo
New York City, around
are almost there
Our favorite place on earth
Massachusetts
It's the 14th biggest state
Massachusetts
Just four hours from New York
Read amazing
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
yo, hey yo (you're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
Long Slow 70’s Weekend
Waiting for the Tumbling Dice To fall,
Taking A Walk in the New York City,
Thinking About THE AUTOMAT GIRL
OFFICE AT NIGHT
your words fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
Along with your wicked fraternal from generals
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
yo, hey yo (You're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
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