Lyrics:
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet
Up all night
Ooh
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
the bed together myself
I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City"
And Beans was still working on his album
There's a long line of mourners coming down our street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see
They're all of your rich friends that knew you in
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
realize that
I am ever lucky to be here
In this big town so no one else can see
Just what your cheating heart has done to me
The glimmer of the city
people on their way
Mirrored buildings reflecting in your eyes
Sick city sometimes
Sick city in your mind
Sick city sometimes
Sick city left you way
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
wares, don't hide in your glass wheel
Screams in the night, sirens delight
Heat, broken glass, Satan's bred trash
Big city madness, comfort my soul
[Chorus]
Hey big brother
As soon as you arrive
You better get in touch with the people, big brother
And get them on your side, big brother
stop rocking 'til I retire
I got Lyor rich, y'all got niggas fired
I'm a cash cow, nigga, I'm 'bout to cash out
'Bout to drop The Black Album and back
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
LA, LA
Real rap, real hip-hop
Big city of dreams
From some real niggas
It's like a jungle sometimes
Hahaha, really, really though, for real
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
There's a long line of mourners driving down our little street
Their fancy cars are such a sight to see
They're all of your rich friends who you
Less skirt and a lot more leg
Down on your knees and beg
Too much city and not enough land
The businessman don't understand
How many can we
ride in line, shake yourself by the hand
Live your life inside a paper can
But you'll never get to pick and choose
She's bought you and sold you
There
you hear them sigh out your name?
Oh please darling Tangerine Eyes sing a song for me
One that I can hear
So I feel alright
In the big start studded
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