Lyrics:
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
yo, hey yo (you're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
are almost there
Our favorite place on earth
Massachusetts
It's the 14th biggest state
Massachusetts
Just four hours from New York
Read amazing
Long Slow 70’s Weekend
Waiting for the Tumbling Dice To fall,
Taking A Walk in the New York City,
Thinking About THE AUTOMAT GIRL
OFFICE AT NIGHT
your words fly out, and sounds die out
You remain unheard, sufferin eternally, internal external
Along with your wicked fraternal from generals
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
in this place don't compare
Put the city on my back, if you don't know it, I'll be here
Nights in New York, be my favorite type of nights
Bury me in
yo, hey yo (You're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
you stay, no coming back to you
It's a Sunday afternoon
All em people gassing you
Now you stuck in New York City while your dreams is passing you
Kick
Yeah... what's happening New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East Coast where you
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
to be a player, couldn't be trusted
But still in all, I never got busted
Knowin' every part of New York City
I thought it was fun, it used to look
I'm sorry babe
Carolina, Alabama, New Jersey, man
New York, New York, say what's up,
We got no time to complain
Heroic acts, many walls, and many bonds
the mile
And I'm from Highland Park you can tell by my style
From Joy Road out to Harper city holdin' me down
Met this girl outta town
And she wanna get down
went to jail in a Bentley (okay)
Straps with me in New York City (uh)
Lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean,
Akademiks called her one of Diddy's side joints (uh-huh)
Right now them City Girls is down a thousand points (they down)
Saweetie fucked Lil Baby, I knew
don't know I be thinkin' of you
The same time you be thinkin' of me
From stage to studio, to pickin' out new wardrobes
In these showrooms on top floors
judy garland drugs
And let me get back to work
'cause the empire state building
Is the tallest building in new york
And I always got the feeling
Tattoos on me
Like the New York city post
And we ride
To the sunset
We ride
I took these wheels to the asphalt
My girl having trouble getting comfy,
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
>From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Flow from New York to Michigan
Discuss these girl from new york city by tom jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In