Lyrics:
was the first time
I heard a New York rapper before that
Bass music was the thing that I blasted
Out the boombox, 2Pac, Digital Underground
Thug Life,
County of New York, just some spic
They scrubbed off the sidewalk
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Let the Capeman burn for the murders
I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off
fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could sing
Man did he swing
Who will save the warchild baby
Who controls the key?
The web we weave is thick and sorted
Fine by me
At times of war, we're all losers
There's
and you saw who you was
Cole World, it couldn't be more clearer
The time is now, couldn't be more her-er
My reign gonna last like 3-4 eras
Say hello
lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure time for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
The future looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
Well by seventy-six we'll be
to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city
the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby
New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if
Je suis du New York Times (New York City)
Salut (New York City)
Moi je suis de la planète Mars (New York City)
J'ai rêvé New York, j'ai rêvé New
And now it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother
Je suis du New York Times (New York City)
Salut (New York City)
Moi je suis de la planète Mars (New York City)
J'ai rêvé New York, j'ai rêvé New
And now it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother
New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with a city so undressed
You had to go
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure time for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by
in San Francisco
Didn't want to stay in Omaha
Never got fooled by New York city
But I lost my heart to la Gonave
Didn't leave my heart in San
really stands for sex
Beeper's going off like Don Trump gets checks
Keep my bases loaded like the New York Mets
At times I miss the pager so you don't
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Left New Hyde Park
to hold my own in New York Town
Groped in the dark
Until I faced a place where scallywags are found
Sharks and yo-yos
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