Lyrics:
on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot,
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
and a huge interview with the New York times about its reveal.
It was literally going to be a game changer. My biggest career moment yet! I worked around
get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get
it comes to hoes" because
Music (come on) New York (come on) Detroit (come on) come on down!
Miami (come on) L.A. (come on) Vegas (come on) come
Money make the world go round [Repeat: x 3]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
the sirens, form the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn, nigga, New York Giants (c'mon)
Leave 'em brainless
Hit 'em with the stainless, it's the
(World
and clear my head
You can keep that world of make-believe, I'll take New York instead
Red Eye, take me out of LA
If I can't have her, don't wanna stay
Back
party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping
But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living
Women, weed and weather
(They
it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Hello, and welcome to "Colored Lines: A Tribute To the New York Subway System"
My Name is Amy, and I am here today to help you better understand
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
to my world
And I'm waiting for a New York City girl
The Catherine wheel burns bright tonight
Down on the avenue
But nowhere near as bright, my love
I felt the pavement
Underneath my feet
The world buzzin' by
On 34th Street
And the crosswalk filled
When the light turned green
And we
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
Edmonds!? Goddamn second year resident pissant punk.
WILL
OHMYGOD, STOP!
HELLO NEW YORK!
OLIVIA
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY SIDE
A BILLION HANDS
LIFT US HIGH
I’ve been traveling for a long time
I’ve watched the whole world pass me by
There’s so much I’ll never know but
My eyes are open
I’m awake for
suicide
And made New York better
I gave you one line you made a whole song
Here's some more rhymes you'll
Be working year long
Let me set the record
and start a riot, ri-riot
Be a rebel
Bottles poppin' 'til we can't stand
We keep it rockin' 'til 6 AM
New York to London over to Japan
Turn it up,
He died on the street last night in Skyscraper, New York
Fueled by the messages on the billboards starring signs of the apocalypse
And silver screen
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
Shoot through Memphis with money bags
Stop in Philly
Order cheese steaks and eat Beans fast
And bring it back up top
Remove the fake king of New York
You
dick
Sewer system, how they spread that shit
Shit, I just missed him, thought that bullet hit
Point Guard from New York my shot just nicked
This life got
Discuss these by world album new york dolls 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