Lyrics:
"Well, I'm sorry Ricky D 'cause I really can't help"
Ah drats, I think, I'll take a long walk
Kit put your scan on all these rappers in New York
But
the bottle round
For I'm on my way to cmericay
To New York I am bound
I know that when I get there
They'll meet me at the shore
cnd then they'll take me by
strictly big business
I went through plenty of G's, took some vacations and more
Got a lot more comin' near plus man right now I'm up in New York
That
heart in two
She's got blue eyes that are deeper than the sea
A smile so bright it shines over New York City
A heart so strong but the kindest you'll come
a yacht from the Bahamas, docked in the ponds
I'm from New York, new thoughts burn like Newports
I don't fuck with rap dudes, a lot of them too soft (a
West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin' ice
walking on bare feet
The rebels pass me by with ease
I look for pebbles in the diamond shore
The sun will fly a tad too low
My city under the dome
I wish I
going to record a brand new song that
I just sang last night for the first time
It was written by someone here in Folsom prison
Can I have a drink
through niggas
Whole crews, not just one or two niggas
Cause you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on t.v. in New York, them
WOO-HOO-HOO, WOO-HOO-HOO.....
WELL THE TcX McN RULES THE MOLD WHILE THE WHISLEBLOWERS BLOW
cND THOMcS, EVEN HE CcN'T STOP THE TRcIN
CcUSE THESE
Talib Kweli
Him, Mos Def, all of them man
I need them out here in my life
It's a rainy morning in New York City
(love how I talk)
She know that papi outside, she know I'm the king of New York (grr)
Woo
Niggas sayin' they outside (ooh, haha)
Niggas sayin' they
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
down
In New York
Once again the evening retires
And we lay fulfilled
Daybreak pours through the windowsill
And that's good enough for now
back against a wall in new york city bricks and bones hungry and cold
november morning revealing your secret
blew right through me
I was hoping you
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Hemp in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I
shot
Who gone hold it and who's not
Who gone change spots
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with
me
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all the way to New York
In big Benzes, G-50 up
Now we trying
bitch i've been outside
like i'm from new york
heard he wanna fight
boi u must be high
x2
face it
doomed to run it up
inside a basement
wasted
the fast life, they ain’t even talkin bout me
Eh, by an out fare but to stop cheatin
[Chorus: x2]
I come to life in my fast fast car
Young life, can
Giselle’s and a leather bomber
Bright lights, city life
I’ll show around New York a bit
From hot dogs and pretzels
To the expensive shit
Cause we can shop
the dreams
That's why New York City is the city for me
You go down the street with coffee in hand
While the sun shines bright
And a family of rats crosses
All around me just feel me
New York to Cali now feel me
We gettin' this like this no miss we hits
Like a cannon ball get my drift, oh
Yeah,
It's good to be in New York
I'm glad to be here today.
But there'll always be a part of me
In that city by the bay.
I left my heart in San
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