Lyrics:
You know a nigga in New York we gotta smoke that sour Diesel
Be the Boss or get bossed around
Feel me
30,000 feet
By time you hear this
I'll be
and flow like Terrance Howard
Fasho you might smoke loud but mines more louder
New York wit the diesel that's sour
See through fake bitch wit the glass shape
hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York! (Woo!)
New
the kush and lightin' the sour
Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be)
So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power
said me, you, him, why, why not
Why not, why not
I thought I was leaving
Till I woke tip and sour
And I thought I was over
Till I met New York soldiers
in new york eatin' everything,
Dade county Jamaican kush, stick to da bag (Yeah) put my whole click on his ass,
Don't like to brag but I smoke, choke
I want you to listen close my tempo be allegretto
So pick up the sour diesel and put down the amaretto
This America the ghetto
This is America
Tranquilo con la baby al lado y en la mano un blunt
Quemando en las alturas de un penthouse aquí en New York
Muchos me difaman pero yo estoy pa' lo
In the streets of New York
Niggas shit on they fam
Credit card scams
Snitch on they mans
In the streets of New York
Niggas fronting on the gram
Bite
menace,
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
To show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New
cup
Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like what the fuck
Porsche turbo, Yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew
Rosa, feet up, deuce deuce in my shoe
Ten
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
To show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants,
die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nigga take an L every time he go viral
Welcome
I wanna be anywhere, anywhExplainere but here
I wonder how long for this shit
Don't take me [?]
Moving through New York City in a black seven
Real nigga I'm on the strip
I'm a New York giant, I'm selling nicks
Now my that a bitch
She might be your, ain't that a bitch?
Now you wanna OJ stab
Yeah, said I been fiending for it
I'm talkin' all night gettin' it, Sour Diesel twistin'
Caught up in the moment, you been missing for a minute
I
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
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
Kyrie needed
mack floppas
I smoke him like a rasta new york diesel
Get proper i'm cliche but this is my forte
We stay strapped and I'm
Packing like green bay
I'm
Goin' broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it, man, I'm past dope, Sour Diesel
on the floor, two steps to the side
Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
I got sour diesel roll
One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out
of waiting
93 and 110 this the gas station
Only good grass when I'm rolling with my people
Cookies and the jungle boys never sour diesel
This the gas station
punk-ass niggas know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed
Catch me New York cruising
Sticking and moving
Smoking that sour diesel on point every
Time that I
man,kilt me wit dat diesel man,got me in new york eatin everything,dade county jamaican kush,thick to da bag(yeah)put my whole click on his ass,don't like
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