Lyrics:
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
on
Staten Island come on hold me down
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four
York.
We lived in the Bronx for a little while,
cnd then we lived in Manhattan.
When I was about 13,
ch... We ...a... moved to Rhode Island.
My Dad got
Lookin at the sky it's kinda vibrant (Ha)
Yurked up with my twizz we on a island (What)
Mel Gibson I'm geeked up at the Highlands (Ha)
No no no no
on
Staten Island come on hold me down
Monster cut truck balley shit
Champagne spilling while we hitting every bump that my Denali hit
Outfit is four
I drank Gibson’s with a splash of Coke in Northern Ontario
I drank Straight Bourbon Whiskey in the great state of Kentucky
I sipped Manhattans
She keep it ball like Shane Gibson
She all about the marlins like we sport fishin'
Buy a Bajari jacket if she too cold
Then I get it wet like a blue
refueled refueled refueled we
We refueled refueled
gassed up, man the beat's diesel
spitting venom on tracks, man you know I'm lethal
Mel Gibson. Still
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
All them real live motherfuckin' niggas
Step up front right now, it's goin' down
One love to Long Island
Hempstead in my
What if I told you that I was from an island
One little slice of land a little ways from here
The place that I called home in all my early years
Full
periferia, non ci sono maghi ma le persone spariscono
Tenuti in cattivitá, la passione di Cristo
Mel Gibson, cresciuto fra merda e catechismo
questione di
where you all at man.
Verse (Ghostface Killah)
Yo it's Staten Island New York the forgotten borough.
Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough.
Since
and not not alright
What do I do
What is my sacred duty
Who do I call out and who do I call snooty and
Gibson Island is terrorist worthy
Who do I call
vespers
I returned to my mistakes
And then I sold my body and my Gibson SG
Then my Hot Rod Deluxe
It was too heavy carrying it from gig to gig anyway
She's the olive in my Martini
The cocktail onion in my Gibson
She's caviar, I'm her blini
She's the open road that goes on and on - she's the one
This watch don't cost me nothing
I trust god's timing
Smoking Cubans with a Cuban
On a Private Island
I'm rolling down the street
But it don't feel like home
feel like my city is cursed
They not even trying it's worst then they giving up
Drills out nail clip em
Lethal weapon mel gibson
Danny glover blam each
drivin' past Gibson Island
I was gifted with some knowledge
Fuck college, need this money now
Who tryna summon
Get the labels on the telly
No, you can't
for the Rock Island Line
And I swear he made that Gibson
Sound like a locomotive every time
And he'd sing me to sleep
Drift out like a ghost through my
spraying niggas
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
That can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock
M.C.s out there ya better stand clear EPMD is a world premier From
New York
straight talk America's best Cold Wild Long Island is where we rest
In Fight Club Edward Norton ha le turbe
Non esiste nessun Tyler Durden
In Shutter Island DiCaprio è un malato
Mentale capace di architettare trame
come take my hand
This is our last chance
Down at the Farewell Ball
The Downings and Gibsons
Farleys and Dickinsons
Everyone dressed to the nines
They
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