Lyrics:
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
Bad bitch up on my line, she from New York
Walk up in the mall and I step out, Tom Ford
Posted up with fvtal in the hills, on the top floor
And I'm
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look pretty
I had it all spread out, even one next door
I had it like that, so what ya askin' for?
Four
And I'm waiting for a New York City girl
Times Square looks like Avalon
In a Disney morphine dream
Dylan Thomas rides a white horse drunk
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")
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep your girl
And foreclosed her on the loan
I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasin' panties gettin' dome
Had no clue
time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber
Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused
(Jones!) He, she blowticious,
Lamborghini, it's audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 Horses
through a family tie
She's ready to conquer the world within her family's eye
Small town girl on the Manhattan boulevard
From Connecticut to New York City
Skinny legend
Ah ah ah
When they ask where I'm from
I tell em
New York City
New York
New York
City
New York
New York
City
I wanted to stunt with you
a man answers, you better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up
You better hang up
You're from New York City where
I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin, "Didilly whoa"
I got love for the streets, peace to New York
New York City
Endless Streets
Can't stop moving
I wanna see
Yellow cabs are
Everywhere
I keep walking
I'm going nowhere
Mighty bars and
Some bad
Ooohhhh
New York City
Yeah
I'm the next cover girl for Vogue
I'm in city, I'm in the city
where all my dreams became reality, reality yeah
while
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
to
Salt: No, I'm just ridin'
Cheryl "Salt" James:
Ridin', sexy, I'm that golden child
Hot '97, New York-style
Got my head racin', thinking deep
'Bout them
Dodge fans like New York City potholes
Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny
Money made me more hungry
'Cause majority wait 'til they chubby
And then
at this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, new
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
yo, hey yo (You're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
decision paper wins awards
See me, hear me
Welcome to brooklyn, new york city 11206
Roosevelt projects, wild rose water the plant
Son you know what it is
Alphabet City
Was a wilderness to you and me
Before Rudy had his way
This Georgia girl has got it bad for New York
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