Lyrics:
seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the bowery
Lightning strike! Old New York!
Everythings light! Strike!
Hey ho such a night
I'll see why yall when
sort of in between?
Look, play a little more
I'll show you what I mean!
Who wants to live in New York?
I've always hated the dirt, the heat,
so why cry, oblivions all fine
See I'm no divine, been a victim to the petty crimes
Always been cut off, by the ones who're rides or dies
And I
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
day
Hey, its a new day
Put ya trust in HIM, He'll make a way
Hey, its a new day
I'm feeling good, its not a cloud in the sky
I've been touched by
to take a chance why do you front
Too $hort baby here I stand
From here to New York been known to jam
Not one of those suckers that play rap songs
Making
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
[Tariq]
People know me on these streets playa
I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise
What I do is already
'm smarter than the teacher
I rather drink with cheerleaders on the fucking bleachers
Why lease a brand new car?
When I can drive them all
Pull up on a rental
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Brand New Heavies
Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70 Chevies
So we don't have to loop up
cage
It's a new change on a new wave
Push me around, I'm not moving
Remember me?
I watched your whole castle crumble
Right by your side when you
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
by, I'll get by
Shout
I see it coming
And now I'm running
Out
I see it coming
You got it all
New shoes that you're trying
I love the way that you walk
worried, now that the truth's on
Y'all already in deep shit with lil' ass boots on
Cause I'm a real fuckin' pimp, no need for a suit on
I'm tryna get prepaid
York
It can happen in New York
(All you got to decide is how bad you want it)
[verse I]
I want your body so bad
Baby give in to me
And let your love go
we abide, by what we ride by
What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western
thing I really know for sure
Is that another day, another day's gone by
Every day that goes by, a brand new missile points towards the sky
We're
'm gonna find new drive
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine
Then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night
And maybe I love you too much to go harder
Or worse, I'm afraid we alike
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no
Breaking news
Make it boom it's gon' shake the room
I break the rules fuck the laws and what they assume
We making moves mixing substances we take a few
I
We the in-timidators, why'all in-timidated
By our bling bling ring ring, and I can't debate it
LOWRIDERS (bzz bzzt) hittin on switches
As we PASS
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