Lyrics:
Remember all the nights we spent,
dreaming big and wanting more,
to break out of this little town,
spend a summer in New York,
remember all the days
York go to Vegas Gettin' faded on a weekday
Baby, you my best friend Catch a flick gettin' touchy by the end
In New York, runnin' through my ends
Yeah,
some dancing steps
Have a good time to New York
I promise I will miss you
I need your daily report
It's ok just a few
For you I will drive to New York
houses
[Verse 1:]
Ayo my niggas wassup it’s doggy dogg
I’m from the bronx new york at the project homes
E 169 St to Washington Av
At the Clairemount
THE DEVIL HELL HEAVEN DO YOU UNDERSTAND FINALLY?)
BORN NOVEMBER 4TH
BUFFALO NEW YORK
IN A SNOW STORM
I WAS SHOWIN FORM
MAMA WASN’T WARM
PAPA WAS DIVORCED
I
it right
She by side
When I slide
In my car
Know she fuckin with a star
Not a pusha
Got bars
Shirt, titties nice, I'm hard
Both be litty, pet the kitty
fuller
This bitch is yucky
Riding around town when she trynna take my money
She keep asking for Chanel yeah she bugging
Finna take a trip to New York bitch
fucking sick service
Oh la la, don't get in my way
I'm just dancin' the night away
Penthouse partying, bitch I'm loco
London, Paris, New York and Tokyo
Oh
my hands on ya queen you can see by the Prints
Yeah I'm Riding with the shooter u can't see cause the tints
In the Bronx with the gunners wait, RIP
This meeting called to order on the porch
The president is a quarter short
Old business in the folded ledger page
The smallest railroad in New York
But I think I love my money more
I jumped in
Took a risk like Geronimo
I got the 3rd on me lil boy
Can't get it at the store
I took a flight to New York
stop acting like you a crip
I might pull up with the gang and the sticks and fade her
What goes around comes around like your echo sound
King of New York
It was late 98, a Sunday drive ended in New York State
I got lost and left it all behind, looking for a life I didn't find
Thought I'd be a great
way's right
You're my love
I want to be holdin' you down
In the evening of their lives
No regrets and clear blue skies
They meet again in old New York
He
baby go head and pour the wine up
Reggeaton godfather New York boricua
Puerto Rican New York
Yeah I got a fresh girl and she a fresh girl
And I grab
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
the witness
Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up!
Steve Biko
Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up!
Steve Biko
New York City represent, represent
A Tribe
New York the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
bricks and yo stacks bitch you won't leave with a cent
I know some cats in Savannah they thuggin' wit a bandana they on some
King of New York they on some
And throw a party upstate, bonfire by the lake
Summer time back in Western New York I cant wait
Yeah it’s Summer in the city so it’s hot on the block
But
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
to my players left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee
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