Lyrics:
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Yo, we the kings of New York where cash rules
In this game called life,
For all your sins against me and
I'll try to bear this weight
New York, New York (One more time)
New York, New York I forgive you
For all your sins
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
(up back!)
In new york city okaland, californidona (kay!)
On every married keisha cole with' dat trim stomach (gay!)
And she lovin' on this nigga in
Where are you?
Sold on gold dust
I shuttled all around America
From New York to Los Angeles
Nervous breakdown later, there we were
From Liberty
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em (mm)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
Lord, that 61 Highway
It the longest road I know
Lord, that 61 Highway
It the longest road I know
She run from New York City
Run right by my
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time
I got New York on my shoulders
I
I got New York on my shoulders
I got New York on my mind
I got New York on my back
I rep New York all the time
I got New York on my shoulders
I
heights the party won't stop,
East Coast represent and put your hands up,
Ohhhh oh ohhhh,
New York City (Jersey, J-J-J-J-Jersey),
New York City (Jersey,
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em (mm)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
waiting for a, a New York City girl
Times Square looks like Avalon
In a Disney Morphine dream
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk
At the counter next
ler, du tar
Du ser av New York by
Se Times Square om natten
En puls, en fest, et driv
Den vakreste skatten
Lev ut din drøm, ditt liv
Her skinner
the whole country bounce when we New York it (say what?)
Don't speak about it, be about it (be about it, uh-huh)
Seein' Puff on your tube, feelin' weak
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
Yeah, well, I like to see some
That couldnt get worse, a melody
Abandoned in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer, hanging
From the rafters, I
darlin'
But all you do is complain it ain't a Maserati.
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
But your mama ain't New York she is pure
Tennessee
got your feelings hurt, I ain't really mean to do that
I'm just a bad bitch I'm sorry I put you through that
I'm from New York where we don't ever say
tonight.
(Rock and roll weekend) In Atlanta
(Rock and roll weekend) New York City
(Rock and roll weekend) Detroit, Chicago
(Rock and roll weekend)
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