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Rubber band stack money with my New York click
Yeah, I'm on my New York shit
I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks
Tailor-made clothin' with
the street
Singing, "Power to the people today!"
New York City, back in New York City, New York City
Que pasa, New York?
Que pasa, New York?
Well down
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine (what?)
Yeah, look, huh, nigga, this is my shit
Grr, ayy (uh)
Nah
Bow-bow-bow-bow (woo)
Bow-bow-bow-bow, bow
Bitch, I'm from Zoo York, Zoo York
Bitch, I'm from Zoo York (ayy)
Bitch, I'm from
With a rusty gun, but the shit still spit
Rubber bands on the handle: The New York grip
"And all my niggas in the pen
Here we go again
Ain't nothin'
Unless you carry guns, a lot too, ah bare tuff tings come at you
When New York man stop laugh and block off traffic (yeah)
Then dem wheel and pop off
Unless you carry guns, a lot too, ah bare tuff tings come at you
When New York man stop laugh and block off traffic (yeah)
Then dem wheel and pop off
they only hand
Kill you for the bands
In the streets of New York
Niggas rocking Tim's and jays
Quick to catch a fade
Find a way to get paid
In
on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Ballin' in New York like a motherfuckin'
Yo
Yo the trains are New York Veins
The cities a cycle
People are the blood stream
Mean and ice cold laid back
Counter clockwise the dice roll
Yank
York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan
Yankees Yankees go Yankees
Everybody holler holler go Yankees
So
Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
Ah ah ah ah
Brooklyn
Might clothes line a yuppie off a city bike, bop
on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherfucking
can it here man
You can make it everywhere
'Cause New York City is like that
It's full of cowboys, and discos and punk bands
It's not hard to dream
1, 2, 3 from New York to Germany
Do you wanna come party with me?
Come join the family, yo
So let's flow, yo
1, 2, 3 from New York to Germany
and New York mornings)
Ooh-ooh, we race 'til we're out of time
(Paris nights and New York mornings)
And now that, ooh-ooh, you've taken me up so high
Brando, what would you do in a spot like this?
I don't play as your pawn tonight
Doing the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night in
Brando, what would you do in a spot like this?
I don't play as your pawn tonight
Doing the New York Hustle with a hundred dollar miss
Summer night in
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Didn't
said
"Hey man, I'm gonna blow your club right off the map"
New York, New York what have you done?
You've wrecked me 'til I have become
Half the man I
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
malice palace
New York'll take ya money like a hold up do
Treat our gigs like orgasms we want multiple
Bands like math class with numbers notable
Rent is
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