Lyrics:
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
The light is there
Yeah yeah
You see I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City
Where I had my first child
the calls
Who lives like a sheep in the city concrete
Never runs deep and dies from the heat
Coppers and hoods, dead man's stood
It ain't no good when
this city off rock n roll
Tried ta ruin our spirit but we gained control
Born here lived here still live here
Home of the gator Al Wassam Cartier
New
a tent
I don’t wanna so I turn to the beast
But I still live in a tent
I live in a tent
I live in a tent
The beast will stop me from living in a tent
I
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
to some New York niggas
I'm not talking to
But I ain't gon' act like, you know what I mean
They done helped me develop
Um, shout out to IDK
Uh, IDF, my
[Chorus - Lil Shade]
Theres my homie with all my bloods
Get your ass here and show some love
and uhh welcome to new york city
i said welcome to new
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
And New York
New York
So good they named you twice
The city that never sleeps
Do you believe your eyes
And by this act of war
Big apple is eaten to the core
I'm in New York City, two hours from home, Bendin corners in that Porsche running through
Lights, yeah, I'm gone, Don't say you really with me, ain't
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
no effort, home wrecker
professional so expert
Be the hustler of gravity, I supply that pressure
Ten dollar blowjobs, you gotta do better
Top notch
(silly)
They know my name throughout my whole city (New York)
A couple hoes showed titties, brought my locs wit' me (it's cracking)
And we ain't sharin'
city
No, Not in my city (Yeah. Yeah)
I understand where you come from, Mr. Chism
Lost a few lives, took a few just to get 'em
But generalization,
travel around the world from the streets of New York, through the lips of acapella, choirs in Hong Kong and celebrated in dance through Latin America. That
influence
From the flow to the live show, niggas kept it the truest
They say they city don't love you like you love it
I find that hard to believe
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