Lyrics:
girls backsides
Now I'm in America and running from you
Like my grandfather before me walked the streets of New York
And I think of all the women I
Yesterday
I came across America
While clearing out the cupboard in the back room
Picked it up
Opened it at New York
Streets that hadn't been dusted
is necessary
Even if that means I'm at the cemetery
This is new York city, Queens
Motherfuckers must forgot about it
Im from south Jamaica
Bitch I been
be lonely, living in New York City"
And I'm playing the intro which is kinda plaintive and trancelike its like
"blin blin blin"
When lo and behold,
ever shut up?'|And I says|Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Omaha|New York, New Port, Costa Rica, Utah|Montreal, Springfield, Bakersfield,
the bank
Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York
to Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
to the beat
Vibe to the beat
I'm vibing to the beat
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
Vibe to the beat
I'm vibing to the beat
Nesly is unique you need these
leave us behind here!
A Vietnamese
I've a wife who left already
Another
I've an aunt in New York!
Another
I have gold, I can pay!
Crowd
There is no
Reggae album covers
Freestyle, House, New York undercover
Steadily
Looking for identity
Between ivory ebony
My outlets a Video Music Box
MTV Raps, Funk
on my knee
Somehow I chose this rappin' instead of wrappin' a key
Mackin' the G, my shit intact so we tap with our feet
Rather unique RZA craft this
better, new cheddar, handlin', chain danglin'
New York to England, it's D again, they diggin' me again
See me win again, hot like sun, bust like gun
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
where it leads
CREW 4
Taken by the fog to the void
CHORUS
Once you get a look, you cannot unsee
cJ
We are taking that ship to New York
Those are my
boss?
Only in London as we speak.
Plus New York and Japan
And Canada and France
And Russia and Taiwan
And China and Iran
And Italy and Vegas
And several
on the track like I lost my Akon
New York, New York, bring it back to the east dog
I'm tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street
Kill them with the beats,
grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga
'Cause these niggas be hatin', he know that they'll fuck 'round and lace it
Go to New York, so fly with the pole,
(uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean....John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my
with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me ya
We too lit got me stepping with my jays on
New York shit milly rock too a Jay song
Tryna talk to god so I
You could have been a docker
You had it all
Feather cut and muscles
I hear you're a banker these days
Well, we took New York
And wrapped it up in
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