Lyrics:
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
you name it (whudd?!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She rollin' wit moa (moa!)
Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)
Khaled's the boss
Like Ricky's the Ross
Im that new kid, new kid, new kid, new kid, new kid new kid, new kid
New kid on the block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block
block
York
Keep it real, I get ill
New York, New York
Number one
New York, New York
The city, I gotta get in
You know the town stupid, this is all
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
name is
Big Stretch and I don’t give a fuck on what you say
TMB is me and we
My bruddas Sammy B and Z
Me come in hands and feet to beat these MCs out
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
groove on it
Multiply that by every time you bet on you first and had to stamp your truth on it
Or video'd so then you'd have your proof on it
Wish for
nigga you ain't seen before
Yeah Shiinzo the new goat, take out your iPhone, he in the video
Yeah Shiinzo with info, riding in a all black tinted up Benzo
was a kid again
Tell em!
And this was way before Playstation
Rushing home to watch Video vibrations
Man I tell you Sherry Carter coulda got
a lion and kidnap her cub
Passin it portrait
My bitch spread eagle wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
like them (yea)
VIP so deep you would think everyone
In the clubs up in
This nigga here won’t stop
I'mma give it all I got
You only hating cause we doing
my house
In my arcade
Give me some money I die
I want some arcade man
I wanna play the video games
And drive it to the court
And drive it
sound ladies and gentleman
Please welcome Pat Smear
"Scentless Apprentice" was filmed
And recorded by mTV for their 1993 New
Year's special recorded
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
give me shock, then you gotta electric (Woo)
Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah)
'Cause they want me
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
obstacle
Black slave turned black cop is not logical
But very psychological, haven't you heard?
It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg
to that kitchen table
Sit right next to you and protect you
Just know half of the kids at school are going through the same thing
And it's not your
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