Lyrics:
Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought
Want to hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!
(Niggy what?!)
Chorus: Rustic
and countin
New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin
At the full moon howlin
Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in
gros
Saian, see'est ca
See'est l'Saian, vas-why mon nig
Saian, see'est l'Saian
Saian, see'est l'Saian
Saian, see'est Supa
See'est l'Saian, New York City
and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I took you
on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I
He landed fresh in New York City, with a red bandana in his hand
Tipped his hat to Lady Liberty, headed off across the land
He ended up in San
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
And she was fat and lazy,
And then I got a New York girl
She damn near drove me crazy.
And then I got a Frenchie girl
She took things free and aisy;
But now
aw
You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
the West the East and overseas
The vision in rap is wack, and I don't know of these
I represent New York to be specific
The South Bronx, but in Japan I'm
things
Seen the eyes of many faces from New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is
ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport with a chunky nine
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em
Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then
It's about a man named, uh
Morgan Davis, Morgan
Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
"Now I'm on my way to the big city
I'm goin' to New York"
40-Year-Old Version (the Mecca)
Yo, the Bronx, it's on you
It's Harlem, what!
Let
bed, hip dads watch the wire, hip dads are likely new york timers, not forbes, but pitchfork readers, graphic designers, advertisers, website websiters,
nasty motherfucker
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em (mm)
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New York
the president, I am the president
Dirty Money
Queens, New York is in the motherfuckin' building, building, building
Building, building, building, building,
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