Lyrics:
stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're
yeah, yeah, yeah
(He's) Got some big ideas
He's talkin' 'bout leavin' here
Going to a place called New York City
And here's what he told me
Mama, I
in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down
in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down
into your eyes and the sky's the limit, I'm (helpless)
Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em
In New York, you can be a new man
In New York, you
Oh, yeah, yeah
Keepin' it real, son (oh, ooh), that's right
The shining star (yeah, yeah, yeah), you're my shining star, girl
Yo, New York in
When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee
I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
the fortunate one, who dies
New York, we ready
He moved from LES to SoHo
A few blocks for those who don't know
Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
Bounced
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork.
A wanderer from old Erin's isle,
I landed in New York.
There wasn't a soul to greet me
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime
Widdled
we do
New York (Bad)
Ha ha (I'm really a Bad Boy)
And I been a Dogg Pound Gangsta
For life, for life, for life
Internationally known
Man, don't
Escúchala, la ciudad respirando
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shining, like who on top of this?
People was tussling,
It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there
a world war
For these ghettos girls and boys I'm rapping round' the world for!
Africa to New York
Haiti then I detour
Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza
Tom, get your plane right on time
I know your part'll go fine
Fly down to Mexico
Doh-n-doh-de-doh-n-doh
And here I am
The only living boy in New York
in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down
an assault
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand cause man
A man with a dream
Homestead Gray
Time won't testify, lost hero of cliché
Vanished in Havana, maybe Indiana
Might have missed him in Mississippi
Lost in New York, Mexico,
a goddamn
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught
bad news
I know that's not the way
Most people meet but, hey
We're living in the fast lane
Post-modern day
You're not sure you can change
Or get out
to New York City boys, to Boston and PA
He took them out with a well-aimed clout
And we often heard him say
I'm a free-born man of the USA
He fought
from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer
But must New Yorkers got
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