Lyrics:
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
the club
New York show me love up in the club
Detroit show me love up in the club
Houston show me love up in the club
K.C. show me love up in
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet
Chicago show me love up in the club (Yaeeyaae)
St. Louis show me love up in the club
Miami show me love up in the club
New York show me love up in
Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I'm fishbowlin' new
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york
y'all
Be the voice for the streets we supply for years
And go platinum on our most quiet years
interstate
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)
Gun charge in New York state
Ho niggas up in my face
Painkillers
to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice
interstate
I'm down to fill these empty sacks
Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)
Gun charge in New York state
Ho niggas up in my face
Painkillers
cutters
Drop brothers off at comstock
To see locked brothers
Hick town up in New York State jakes
Hate a black New York face
Jumping out the phantom with
shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra
Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon
girls but I don't fuck with them haters
We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders
And uh, I don't know what they told you boy
But we the new No
there won't be no ho in us
They pop shit like they're gonna do shit but no one does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed
Skynyrd on every radio
I'd give myself a pay raise
So the good folks in New York would never
Have to pay to see a Kid Rock show
I like good whiskey, I like
L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.a
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida,
New York state
Ho niggas up in my face
Painkillers take pain away, ra'
Them sticks come, they bang away, ra'
Bang, bang, bang anyway
I'm down to fill
Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your
L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.a
But they ain't nothin' like that GA red clay
Look on your map, we right above Florida,
checks come from viacom new york
And I go state to state, running with the wave
Smoking in my hotel room and the place
I don't even show up unless Im
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