Lyrics:
up enough
Man, what a pity New York City lights glow
End of 2019, girl, you told me to make time
And then we spent the next twelve months
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
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
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
Under the New York City, New York city lights
She's dead now
Oh my fuckin' God, man
The motherfucker killed her
The 35 year -old victim was found dead
DJ:
Ladies and gentlemen, Club Cibola proudly presents... the lady who started it all... from right here in New York City... put your hands together
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about crime"
"Bring 'em up
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 head
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
I know summer time, down south
Girls wear white tee's
All my New York, up-state girls in the Nikes
But all my TO girls, you know I got you
And they
style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene
We are plush like
life-story
You remember to tell them:
I grew up in New York City
Since I was born on Broadway, bcby!
Moved downtown when I was just nineteen point
To start
can't remember the last time we had a drought
Plug up in New York, them birds flying south
We fuck these bitches and then swap 'em out
Chopper break
from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls
Chinese
But you know where we goin
Miami Beach
Cali streets
New York City
Where we pull up
That's the scene
Yeah
This weed is exotic
Without it I'm toxic
a city where you get robbed in broad day without a mask
I worked to hard to get here
I need a Brand New bag
I need a Brand New swag
I need a Brand New whip
in the New York sewers
And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches
And there's Hersheys bars and Oreos 'case anybody gets
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
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
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
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
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
man, you go first son
I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be
On some thug shit, runnin' wild through New York City
Bustin' guns rockin'
blood
But she slob
She from new york
She won't smoke
Without grabb
Gucci five
That's my homie he mob
He down for whatever
He go on a ride
Problem with me
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