Lyrics:
It is true
what they say about New York City
The bridges of Manhattan
and yellow cabs
Slow, cold, lazy Saturday mornings
I see gentle snow flakes
you're changing the world
Invisible girl, you're changing the world
From Tokyo to New York City
From Copenhagen to L.A.
Children are taking to the streets
the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet
I freak with word power, my man speak with beats
If I could make it in new york, I figured anywhere I'd make
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
the world, word
[A.B. Money]
Listen there was a man in Brooklyn, New York City
Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty
I'm
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
and the western 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
Shh
(Well or, and this is, New York City)
Where the shiftiest sources leak
Out the back door
For more and this is New York City
(Oh, I see these
everywhere
People only love when I'm not there
New York city dark
London no where
Light in the dark I see it no where
thank them for the city of New York
For sure
9/11 made us stronger
Black outs should've lasted longer
And nutcrackers made the summer alright
No lie
thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her ass Uptown,
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
you see
In New York City all the way to Compton
We rockin like dis cause you know we stompin
Mystic, you know you got the lyric
When everybody come out
markie
Down with dj, j-c- you see
In new york city all the way to compton
We rockin like dis cause you know we stompin
Mystic, you know you got
You know it's the borough where cats drive with the box in the truck
Tre' pound glocked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin' out "Get down, lay down when we
comes to the gas
By no means average
As long as she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white
installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, New York met Hollywood, we ran like hell.
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agree upon this
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
the door wide
Stolen Bonneville in New York High
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block,
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered,
you'll be coming up short
What's gonna happen's gonna happen
When it's just another night in New York
Whats gonna happen gonna happen
When it's just
I'm here to stay
Fuck the noise
You hear in your brain
I'ma take you to the Grammys
Save the date
Fly you from New York out to LA
Break from
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