Lyrics:
the Japanese
'Til I reek of old sushi but please
Bomb New Jersey i would happily kowtow
To my new leader chairman Mao
I would even learn Chinese just, please
It's 201
732
Hudson County
Monmouth County
New Jersey up in this bitch
201 born & raised me
Never changed me
Cause I'll never
Never forget where I
that new young shit yeah the kid is making movements
Steady on that Tim Duncan alley ooping the loud and Houston
Trash bag bands I'm the contraband man
Compton. I'm locked up in Fort
Dix, New Jersey, Number 0-7-3-9-3-0-6-7. I, I be checking y'all out in 1997, later)
[Treach]
Nowadays still we're
a New Jersey and
You know that you can
You can
Got to hold down the fort and stand guard
Sandy turned streets into sandbars
Stores into boatyards
People
Beneath a dark grey sky
Where the headlands tower high
As we rounded corbière
I knew that we were nearly there
A new day dawning
Jersey calling
it's so big, this shit got a office
I was off a 30, this shit made me nauseous
My new car on derbies, automatic park it
Ballin' in my jersey, in
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me
" niggas know what time it is
(baby
Long Island and Jersey get as fly as they want
But I must tell ya, where we rest is no joke
So let me break it down to sections for you slowpokes
Fort
to, son?
You know Jesus is the truth, son?
The second in the Trinity, I know you feelin' him
500 days left, until the new millenium
You hearin' him,
Miami make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make da Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make da Planet Rock (say
slemme ting
When I smoke a joint, I feel like a king
When I do my motherfuking thing (Hahaha)
Booze ført til skiver, skiver ført til pind
Klump ført til
Chorus: Lil' Fame
Primetime (New York New York)
That's the place where the soldiers die (New York New York)
That's the ghetto
(brrap, brrap)
East New York (brrap, brrap), Newark, New Jersey (brrap, brrap)
Illadelphia, Cincinatti, Atlanta the dirty south
Oaktown, get your punk
to, son?
You know jesus is the truth, son?
The second in the trinity, I know you feelin' him
500 days left, until the new millenium
You hearin' him,
wha)
Miami make the Planet Rock (say wha)
New Jersey make the Planet Rock (say wha)
Philly make the Planet Rock (say wha)
New York make the Planet
As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"
Stressin',
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
Buchanan
Yo, New York niggas in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggas in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies
Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps,
Came in her mouth
I'm tricking the stork
Hop out at night
Like we play Fort
God I'm a king
You none of the sort
Dawg she don't like you
Not cause you
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