Lyrics:
I'm sure I need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
In a straight white vest
Should like to see that little children
She's only four years old,
that's in distress
Be outta that dress when she meet Jim West
Rough neck so go check the law and abide
Watch your step or flex and get a hole in your
Went from havin' an outta-this-world-flow,
To doin' the video, doin' the coon dance
To watchin' my good friend Eminem winnin' a moonman
I remember
Shit
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
(Howling)
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin',
Yeah "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real, I get ill
Number one, this will rock! "the
is my man
Handsome with some hair on his chest
A.k.a Skyscrapers
The only straight things in New York
Are the streets
The only straight things in New
Yeah
Yeah
I've been down so long it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin' fake love to me
Straight up to my face,
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
on every building
right there is where I spun you round and round
Meaningless conversations
That's how we'd get down
it's you me and New York
It's you me
out into the Square
Suddenly its Christmas in New York
(Taxi!)
(Take me straight to Central Park)
(You've got it, lady)
(Welcome to the Empire
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Black, it's time
Word, word, it's time, man
It's time, man
Aight, man, begin
Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
behind
My own headaches let us be just fine
We're runnin straight outta room
We're runnin straight outta time
You, you couldn't move us if you tried
When
mutha out
Yeah boy, they will
Turn this mutha out
M.C. Hammer he will
(chorus ends early)
Hammer, you ain't hittin' in New York
What?
So what you gon' do
York are you tunin' in
there's no time to unpack yet
let's get straight out on the street
and feel no inhibitions
this city was build for me
stop, c'mon, and we don't stop
[Phife Dawg]
Guess who's back and outta blood clot house?
With obscure ways to turn a party out
Shut a sucka, down, stage
tell me, please hold me
It's a dangerous life
Daddy dear
Let's get outta here
I'm scared
Ten o'clock
Nighttime in New York
It's weird
If
of Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin
Son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub
With the bitch flappin
I'm planning to take over New
York then start
that's in distress
Be outta that dress when she meet Jim West
Rough neck so go check the law and abide
Watch your step or flex and get a hole in your
Yeah 2 Chainz
Kyrie and Gordon Hayward back
I hope this season the stay intact
First pick went to AZ
Second pick went straight to SAC
Melo play for
me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
be -boy fanatic, straight from New York
The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in
a dub
New York man a bust straight rub a dub
Mendocino man ah play straight rub a dub
California man ah down straight rub a dub
Puppa bem-bem inna
They call me the front runner
Straight stunner
Lookin up to big brother
Catchin bitches all summer
On the come up
Imma sum up
My rhymes
On the New
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
bitch in New York, bad bitch in LA
Said I gotta go, she want me to stay
By the pound, bitch I blow it by the pound
'Specially when I'm outta town
Ain't my
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