Lyrics:
that I've got,
And I traveled a long, long way.
I'm a bellhop now, on a busy day,
And I'm starting at sunrise.
And the color of dawn,
From this
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it never stops
I'm waitin' to do an interview,
Damon did
Doc, walk thin red lines to shell shock
Hair lock with fucking broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz
this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couch
We're here to entertain you,
made it with the lady
Who puts the little plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes
Butchers' assistants and bellhops
You've had them all here
New York, New York, temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
the boy's shining boots
Then left at the courtyard through the old garden
Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards
And then you run to the old lake
Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits
Travelled far
From bell-hop to hired car
All this and more
Modern History
Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits
Travelled car
From bell-hop to hired car
All this and more
Modern history
Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits
Travelled far
From bell-hop to hired car
All this and more
Modern History
to the
Rooftop
Chop chop
Bellhop
Get in line
At the shortstop
I go nonstop
My boy from the treetop
I rock with the blue
What it do
Here i am coming thru
in the back give me slop top
D1 track star running nonstop
Pull up to the telly then I tip the bellhop
This is hip hop
And the beat is the backdrop
your
Baggage, like a bellhop, know you're shell shocked
Just please tell me how you feel, don't leave me in the dark
I'm still scared, babe
How I'm
like a kid in a sweatshop
Im gettin’ bags, just like a bellhop
My bitch she bad, and she give good top
Better than the rest, You know I’m better than
every drip drop (Jrop)
Told that bitch to bring a friend, I just want the co-op
Bitch gone have to bring her own shit I ain’t no bellhop
I ain’t Esteban,
the bellhop is a drunk and the deskclerk's got some junk
He wants to sell
It's a TV with a bullethole
It's autographed
Yeah
Hitchhike Again
Well I'm going
For yo Gucci flip flops
Oh my god call the cops
Someone please make it stop
You a prop
Bellhop
Cannot work a desktop
Bitch I'm not Finna stop
Till
floors
We didn't get rich running a corner store
or working a restaurant
We damn sure didn't make no money in sweatshops or as a bellhop.
No more
the Bellhop but you know i bring them Bags in
The youngins ask about my price and say I'm Taxin
If you aint buy-in Pack, you aint' Smoking Gas then
Im Flippin'
baggage I'm toting
Like a bellhop
But Every time I make you laugh
I can feel the world stop
Do the fucking math
Time doesn't move when I'm with you
I swear
all damn night
Got the bellhop dropping off bags
He got bags in his eyes
Baby why you act so surprised?
Got Nye next door whipping up the stir fry
Tell
barely eatin
If it aint pussy i really dont need it
Just dropped a bag like the bellhop was mad
Feel like a baboon they stare at my ass
Feel like
For yo Gucci flip flops
Oh my god call the cops
Someone please make it stop
You a prop
Bellhop
Cannot work a desktop
Bitch I'm not Finna stop
Till
way back?
Nah man
You just take my bags like a fuckin bellhop
I'm the real deal, bitch you a lil prop
Type of lil bitch to snitch and tell mom
So peace
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