Lyrics:
192, the Bouley Fran Lew
Merrick, Van Wyck, Hollis Ave, Guy Brew
Head up Jamaica Ave cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the Acres, sipping on a guinney
Writer(s): burke/van heusen
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be
The winter is cold, but your heart is warm
We all love the dark
The winter is warm
Off to maverick
In an abandoned parking lot
On the Van Wyck
It can’t be what
I van wyck it (wyck it)
Wiggle wiggle the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired (fired) air in the back tires
some more yak, Horshack
Doin' 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too, bro, exactamundo
Viktor
Allow me to reintroduce myself I'm Mr. Van Lowe
I paint the pic like Van Gogh
On the Van Wyck I still bump Camp Lo
And I got the ammo
A.I. way I
go
Last known was the Van Wyck
He evaded the nose
Don't call a coyote ugly or a pony quick
Do remember it's all heard
Elephants don't forget
I want
on the van wyck
He was talking hot now he got candles
Every other day a nigga laying stiff
Every other bae be saying i aint shit
Shout out dirty thats
the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll
in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years
than the Van Wyck
Backwards Stan Smith
When I come bring the noise
I sweep rappers by the Bunch
Like they Brady's boys
So change your sound 'fore
I claim
with Gelato
Yea that's real smoke
Savage, I been on the block I'm doing damage
Send a couple shots
They go from Sutphin down to Van Wyck
Cut your fucking
corners
Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
We movin' in unmarked vans, disguised
corners
Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy 'em
The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
We movin' in unmarked vans, disguised
LINDEN AND THE VAN WYCK YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
WELL CHECK THIS OUT THIS IS HOW WE GET DOWN
WE CALL THIS ALL GOOD YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN I MEAN...
ALL
Can't stop it nigga, uh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that
Timbaland uh-huh, Jigga Man uh-huh
Yeah, Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh?
That's right
Put
Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62s, Gemstars, my mom's dishes (uh)
Gram choppin', police van dockin'
cllow me to reintroduce myself I'm Mr. Van Lowe
I paint the pic like Van Gogh
On the Van Wyck I still bump Camp Lo
cnd I got the ammo
c.I. way I
the dance
Gimme head wit no hands so I win
We in Europe so clouds block the tans
I remember the dash on the Van
Wyck on the end had me gone
Single man but I
Alpina on the Van Wyck, picture me swerving,
Alpina on the Van Wyck, picture me swerving,
CHORUS:
Drinking bourbon in the back of the suburban,
Drinking
That we move through the Van Wyck
The jakes thought they caught up
I'm too damn quick
I'm too damn swift
I made a way through the rubble
We make a play
they said follow us then took flight
Now we speeding down Rockaway turnpike
Turnt off towards the van wyck
Hit the homie tol em fall thru
And make sure
And I'm a good earner
And I shot ya man, so I could test my burner
My 223's spit, flyin' down the VanWyck
When I'm in Queens
I make sure I see my man Twin
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