Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Roaming around is for me
By the air or the deep blue sea
Over mountains, through mist, then wing down in Vancouver
Where nude bodies gleam and don't dream
dance like bachata
ARP from New York it go "Gra Gra"
Walk down look at his face fuck a Drive by
Fuckin' on yo bitch now she mine say "bye bye"
These
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine
We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry
New York, New York is a friend of the traveling
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
ain't gon' make it to summer
Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color
New York City motherfuckers
I got the post by the finger,
on the street
Rushing to and from
Day by day, another song
Playing in the park
Just to make a buck
A normal day in New York City
Where the dreamers try their luck
These are my New York City blues
(Don't even bother with em, just let karma get em)
Look, I done been through the most and I never folded
Gave em my heart
on, walk on)
Let me walk you through the strip club
VIP, where the motherfuckin' Crips, cuz?
Laid out, blue carpet treatment, nigga (too long)
everyday that goes by I'm
Turning black and blue
Memories feeding my heart
So much, but it only starves
Under the street lights and boulevards
Like a candle
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
she's an entrepreneur
Maybe he just got off a tour
The many characters of summer in New York
Da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da
Da, da, da, da, da,
to Florida, gonna get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe California, gotta lose there New York blues
Ride the Orange Blossom Special, now, lose these New York
that I'd pull you down
(That I'd pull you down)
You feel like New York to me
So you know I wanna keep you around
(Wanna keep you around)
Even if it end
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
fucking with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Yeah, nigga what? You're now
Rocking with the livest
Beams on the llamas, New York City's finest
A drug
style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Nature by still got that ether
Straight out of Jersey
We ain't worried bout' what's happening out in Philly or New York
Tell them suckers we was lit before
laws, gangsters pulling murders and drive-bys
New York city, flood the streets with cyanide, poison
The boys in blue don't want none of it
Watching
Blue dog on my floorboard, redhead by my side
Cross the mighty Hudson River to the New York City side
Redhead by my side, boy's sweetest thing I've found
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
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