Lyrics:
ain't talking 'bout money
I'm a blues singer at the Eight by Ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now
this
From New York to Los Angeles
I think the whole world scandalous
I'm just tryin to keep the candles lit
Let the party people dance to this
Get
Tampa Bay, on the one night it rained
Had a dream, I was back in the streets of New York again
On the ground, as the crowd passes by she holds out
now struggling with the place where the sidewalk ends
so we said goodbye in Boston, (by the banks of the) with that dirty water rolling on (BLUE MOON)
a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk, 38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit
Flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in
a queen of a bitch
And like a homosexual
Your ass always switch
Niggas wake up in the morning
You ugly-ass Gods
Got slob around your mouth
Blue code
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
six pallets in palaces
Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas
Greatest designer wear, son, she sport the latest
So I, pause the smooth talk,
wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning cuz
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Ooh
There's a boat that's
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
fucking with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
A drug
of blue balloons
New york air is sweet tonight
There's no stars but that's all right
I'm breathing
I feel you through your fear
Pull the arrow from my ear
imagination, negro"
Ah, what do he know?
About the buttery flow, he need to cut the ego
Trippin', to date the Metal Fellow been rippin' flows
Since New York
to ash and dust to what it is
Cant change up what it's been
Wrote my hopes and dreams in sediment
Then grew up suddenly, I'll pull the fabric thread by
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
New York woman, got the rich girl blues
She can do anything she wants
Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars
Like a prince of blue
You run from years by chasing styles
Savvy looks to new age flair
The hot spot earrings aren't becoming
You don't look good in purple hair
New York
dude
Cut me some slack
What's his real name
Bridge, man
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
Freaks
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
when ya
Swing my way
Swing my way
Brooklyn, New York is where I stay
So come on tough guy, swing my way
Jazz on the docks and Blues on the bay
whatever is clever
I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop
You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying
(I can't stop)
'Cause I'm (on the run)
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