Lyrics:
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
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla
(Ayo, I'm from New York, man)
Representin' NYC to the fullest (I'm from New York, where New York
face, so you'll keep on your fire (wicked)
Don't say nothin', just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
You come my way, ya get served
You are about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Take me to the bridge
Tupelo, straight outta Tupelo
Tupelo, straight outta Tupelo
We are
ho, she just want to fuck and smoke
(straight up)
My New York bitch, she just want to talk shit
(annoying ho)
At the end we just fuck and smoke (smoke)
New York with a mars inside it
From the bottom of the deck, who got squashed
They call us the a little coke cheese, let's get the engine, baby
I
York
We count the stars until the sun comes up
We talk straight through until we sober up
We do it in the back seat of the movie show
Who knows where
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z?
On your set with some real shit, nigga (I
to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this
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,
running shi- tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York
Vegas to Africa
Dance the night away
Live your life
chick looking like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California
counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos
Got a forty-five screamin' 'bout survival
Forty five caliber killa but outta the filla
Dela villa gonna show y'all brothers how you not a gorilla
Smooth talking fully automatic weapon concilla
French Montana, straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it)
all the West
No I'm on the West
Yeah, I dig it man
I got women in California
Man, in New York and between
It's a full time operation
Trying
hearin'
Money laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York
[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I'll smack you stupid, ain't nuttin funny nigga
I'll lay a nigga out and use they ass
straight up
You better like Hank here or you're outta luck
What's up
She put the boy back in cowboy
Hell I was just a red-neck wannabe
She put the boy back
Years Eve in New York City
You know what I mean
It's like lovers in Paris, Sunset Strip in L.A.
Doesn't matter where you are
Well it's alright
Both ends is how I like to burn
Wrapped her arms around me
All of me is all I'll give to her
Straight outta the sunset into the night
In the blink
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun,
Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
Or even satisfied being
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