Lyrics:
night
About a time travelling girl, yeah, she was alright
I gotta find that portal in the back room
Of a New York City nail parlour owned by June
I
on the couch sleeping
From South Memphis to the north
The real niggas bumpin Dolph
Yeah played for 30 K
Then went shopping in New York
I don't see these lil
stalking
One of Kings Of New York, I was influenced by B.I.G. and Christopher Walken
Grown man, not a minor
Signing off Johnnie Floss aka Mr Clever 1 liners
and go ohohohohohhoh
Sing a funky record MCs'll say
Ain't no other MC like B I Z M uza A
From New York york L I I
New Jersey z I am fly
Straight out the DC
the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado
crossed the border we'd see what it's all about
Flags flew half-mast in the New York sky
People grew wary of strangers passin' by
But we knew we'd get
All I recall are the shadows in a long New York fade away
Passing time with such matters on a six-hour drive to LA
Got some friends in the canyon
quite a time ago.
“There’s nothing new in that,” you say,
“You’ve got to lose to win.”
Oh, girl, you always liked them cheap cliches.
Who will you love
in bars in Amsterdam
you got a little apartment in upstate New York
but you'll never fit in you got an accent whenever you talk
goodbye miss world
Oh because I run New York.. I told you..
a player on the bench (Lord)
Ayo, L.A. for the winter, New York City for the summer
Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number
No time for
school you, just spittin' game
Make my country proud every time they hear my name
New York bad boy, Trinny to the bone
We don't fuck around, you can
My nigga I'm art
I'm music, photography
And you know I'm from New York
So my closet is fashion week
Yo I do this shit for sport
All you rookies say
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
the way
Keep it real 24/7, every day
I don't care about them cause I know they're fake
Te-te-ten seventeen my-my favorite day
Never been to New York but my
we're tired of living at
New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brother man, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you
you know it you know,
(She looks like)
Duke of new york, number one original,
wake pop culture up by dying on the job,
and I'd kinda like to be the one
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
by DviousMindz
New York
And I don't rap about the money, fight me, it don't excite me
But I negotiate well and I'm clutching paper tightly
Bought
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
loss, Moving in together…it was a movie
How's my life like this?
And by whatever which way how did I end up in New York City after all this too?
You know
The snow falls hard in the New York City
She sits in the small dark lane
The needle is ready to give her some freedom
To escape the reality
He walks
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Herb by the pound, pay the cutter every month
Meditation is di highest, pass mi chalice
Real ganja baby inside Buckingham Palace
New York to West
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