Lyrics:
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
Nigga I'm sky high
Hoes want to jump in
When they see my drive by
Now I drink by the cases
Till I throw up
You know what?
Bring another bottle
Let's get
my doors in
Da air and my trunk is hummin
Im still movin slow
My swagga is jus got off da chain
Whether in the club
Way in da hood Im still gon make it
got there, and got a call from a DT (detective)
Sounded nervous saying "we need to talk now"
I told em chill out, I ain't in new york now
Any problems I
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think
(0:50)
Ensemble Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine Handiest Frenchman in da Caribbean Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean Bravo bon travou
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
(wipe me down)
Just left New York City hooked up wit P. Diddy
Finna blow past 50 you gone have to (wipe me down)
We the best I'm a fool I'm the hemi
Yeah, you can be my carry on,
You can be my carry on.
From New York to LA, Miami to Chicago
You can be my carry on and go wherever I go.
'Cause I know
Ben Frank
I'm in New York popping bottles
Me and Tim Gates
Say I'm that lil' nigga that
Put them flavors out
Don't know what y'all on
But I'm on that
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
Know you wonder what's the price, ain't nothing to a boss
I get it for da low (ROSS), I
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
aint perfect
I snuck my gun in the club they dont search me
I got the ups in case a nigga try to murk me
22 but I call her big bertha
Take my check? Ah,
approved
Na-ah, you wont see it on run's house
Na-ah, you wont see it on nuns house
My new york nigga say he heard it as sun's house
Talking about
York state of mind
Get better in a Knick of time
And you know a nigga for real
I'm knowing this like I was knowing that mill
Ain't no stopping over here
it up one time one time, yeah
Gonna live it up
We going to live it up one time, one time, yeah
Gonna live it up
If your girls in the club and you
it ruff
What a wonderful feeling
I'm from New York don't fuck with Knicks
Had to bag up nicks
When I wanted some cents
Life growing up ain't make no
the obstacles
Who can stop me tho
Shorty call me papi yo
I’m the king of NEw York
The rest are just copies tho
Spanish shorty say how fast do the lambo go
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
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