Lyrics:
to fit
But not about to slip
Vision Promised Land with fashion like
Madison Ave Manhattan
Saks 5th Ave and
Rodeo
Relaxing popping labels
Promise
to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin'
You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask Rog' what's happenin'?
I
Milly Rock-ing through Manhattan
Kobe retired and Brooklyn on the bandwagon
Hundred bands in my pockets got my pants sagging
My granny still tell
of the taxis
The daffodils who entertain
At Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night
It's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't
'Cause I'm the only one doin' it right
I'm a Rap Genius like Rob Markman
Spent a couple of million on my new apartment
Down in Manhattan, that's
right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be
In the greatest city
In the greatest city in the world
The world turned upside
of the taxis
The daffodils who entertain
At Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night
It's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't
the city on my black satin sheets
Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached
Then I took you places
It's freezin' in Chicago
Snowin' in Toronto,
Manhattan ain't too happy baby
It's pourin' rain in San Francisco
Ain't gonna be no white
of the taxis
The daffodils who entertain
At Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night
It's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't
life's mad pattern
As we view old Manhattan
Then we can thank our lucky stars
That we're living as we are
In our little penthouse we'll always
Well I came down here from manhattan
To see the lights on the mall
But when I got here early this morning
Well I couldn't see any at all
So I
down - in Manhattan I'm down
I'm down - I'm from that town, it ain't the South
I'm down
I'm down - I'm goose down
I'm down - and I'm Gucci down
I'm
To go around Manhattan Thinking they look well in velveteen When they're at the table We're not able To imagine how they look) I'm just a country boy
the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never
part sucks to have to keep goin' back in on her
When she knows that I been on her
Since Back in the days in Manhattan after the matinee
When she just
way
(Off this highway)
We'll move back to Manhattan
And fill the place with friends
Drive to the coast and drive right back again
One day we'll
Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb, dude
The Bronx on my middle finger screamin' fuck you
Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
even afford it
I drive so many foreigns
Baby I should be deported
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what's happenin'?
You and your ass invited
Chören in Manhattan
Camino Francés war die Rettung
Konnt mich auf spanischen Pfaden entdecken
Und ich guck schon wieder auf mein Handy
Denn mein Kopf ist
Hey, hey hey there is a condo in Manhattan
Hey there, hey what's happening
(What's happening?)
You and your friends invited
So go on and get
Manhattan
Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say? We still killin' 'em
Packs, we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' 'em
Chicks
Set it off to collect knowledge
Quit a job and go to college
All about the aftershock
Swedish Latin super funk
Moses of Manhattan made it great
Pain we
west coast, than back to Manhattan
Like Vanessa from "Soul food" when she came at night
Thank God it was a dream cause I woke up with my wife
[Chorus]
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