Lyrics:
the
Audience you'll note that in
The middle of this there's going to be some
Uh, jazz-type solos played by various
Wonderful members of our
New York finest
Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys
The web we weave is thick and sordid
Fine by me
At times of war
We're all the losers
I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you
New York City is a thousand miles away
And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK
Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down
'Cause they don't
shine so nice and bright,
Your New York lights shine so nice and bright,
I'd rather be down home, walkin' by the lantern light!
They say the time's
and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
It's all right, I'ts okay,
you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
the New York Times
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
and your granny dead
Even though I'm in Mexico
I rep New York like Plexico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky b****es, young
want a box of condoms? What kind?
That's two quarters, two quarter waters
The New York Times
You need a bag for that? The tax is added"
Once you get
sign read: peace.
Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door,
And leans against it with her head bowed low.
Thoughts raced through her mind
Central Park Sundays
In the Autumn chill
Changing of the leaves
While time stood still
This is my love song
New York City
This is my love song
In New York city just walking the street
Ran out of money had nothing to eat
I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
Where you can check in if
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
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
the U.S.A.
Coming back to New York City
Just as crazy, ain't so pretty,
People running like crazy fools
Know you got to break the rules
You can have
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
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
go by There are no words to describe Havin' the time of our lives You don't skip a beat when you're hittin' the street (Walkin' in New York) There's
the money
(New York, New York, get bent, keep wildin')
Stop smilin', and still don't nothin' move but the money
(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
all alone,
I couldn't help but hear
The verses didn't rhyme, but echoed back from Bleckeer street,
and legendary times
In
New York New York lost tales
start to laugh,
I'm reminded of what I can't forget.
Oh so long the days, since you took your love away,
to New York time.
But my mind stayed,
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