Lyrics:
it comes to hoes" because
Music (come on) New York (come on) Detroit (come on) come on down!
Miami (come on) L.A. (come on) Vegas (come on) come
international universities
And interviews with professors and students
When David Yermack
The finance department chair at
New York University Stern School
My heart stood still for far too long
Now this new world is misty blue
Ella, you're my satin doll
My honey suckle rose
New York in the fall
Come back
Yeah... what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
Back in the day, we used to respect why'all niggas
We used to be down with why'all niggas
matters
Puttin' substance into something and the world's so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
and make an anthem
I just drop the heat and do tour
From Amsterdam to New York
You won't bust a gun, you a dork
Go suck ya mum through a straw
Aight,
chinese rocks
And really let loose
From New York Dolls to Heartbreakers
You're making the scene
But you can't put your arms around a memory
Repeat Chorus
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla
The voyager's in every boy and girl
When it finally hit me I did not cry
'Cause I was at the 7-Eleven flippin' through The New York Times
I saw it printed in
Shadows across the floor
Memories fading in
Voices are far away
Now it can all begin
"New York are on the 'phone
They want you here today"
Baby born in New York City
Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn
Mama's doin' the best she can
It takes hope in a hopeless world
Her
that you just look swell.
You are my special girl.
I'm gonna take you round the world.
A circle line round New York,
Through Central Park we
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
This is New York City
Where the lights shine real Bright
How the world could change so Quickly
Here we stand tall
We fall
We rise
The story of our lives
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
masquerade
Caught up in a world of cigarettes and lemonade
Ageing faces speak of places yet to see
New York, Singapore, HongKong, Ramsgate, Leigh-on-Sea
And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
Never tire of the road
California to the New York Island, me and my guitar
And I played in many a hobo
You blew me out of the south
and Texas too
I made love to California to get away from you
New York has made you, a hungry girl
now, you catch
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Discuss these by world album new york dolls Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In