Lyrics:
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
miss me, actin gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like
the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me
So
[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
see Cube and Biggie
In the year 2000, all drunk and pissy
Off whiskey, you can miss me, actin' gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A.
[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
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
did everything for New York
New Yorker in California, packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx, she's in Kevin love with your man
New York
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Yo, I'm telling you
Yo, I'm telling you (yeah)
Let me give the kids just a little help
Tell
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
lighters
We be the rhyme writers
Starters ... from the heart of College Park,
New York, Chicago ... wherever you wanna go
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
from Arizona, couldn't get your diamond back (no way)
Arizona I drink with sandwiches, Russian Cream Backs' (Backwoods)
I can tell by how you look
your echo sound
King of New York I'm 17 I was a 100 pound
Please take your shiesty off my dogs is from the pound
NYPD after Mabu I keep a 100 rounds
Oou
God]
Haha, no, next up, the man who needs no introduction
Muthafuckin' New York's Backbone, take it home
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, I roll like a bat out
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go, bro
Word to JoMo,
comprehend in your prefrontal cortex
Victorious for squad, cause you know P Diddy rock
RIP Drakeo, make 'em Hun Diddy Bop
P S Fortnite in New York I like
that New York state of mind
Hate me, but I still survive
Visit the bodega
I'm just happy papa still alive
Pull up on my nigga
Roll a spliff up and just
cause I was in New York with all of my boys to start shit
Lettin' 'em stay with me, long story short,
They tore up my corporate apartment
Went from
and the Western Skies.
We can skin a buck and run a trot line,
And a country boy can survive.
Country folks can survive.
I had a good friend in New York City.
He
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
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