Lyrics:
Imagining if my whole world what
Where you coming from
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed
If you knew her face
If you knew her name
If you knew would you
New York City
Would you give her to me
I'd be yours forever
My old man says
If
to drive any bitch insane
Well dolemite is my name
And rappin' and tappin' is my game
Oh yeah? well me tell you somethin' mr. dolemite
The shit you
As I was sitting by the fire
Talking to old Reilly's daughter
Suddenly a thought came into my head
I'd like to marry old Reilly's daughter
Giddy I
My fecal with the sewer rats
Shaka shaka zulu, huh
New year 30 new you's
What we should do
Is move the fuck on
Walk through the valley yes I walk
the transient
Transport homes for the transient
And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business
Leave it be, leave it be
Yellow teeth, yellow eyes,
girls at?
Where's my Alabama red?
Where's my Tennessee wild?
Talking Tallahassee legs, huh
I need a Georgia peach smile
New York City, California
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla
style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
been chokin'
And weepin' greenish drops,
In de vat of galoot co-log-nuh,
Where de re-zease be berlin' up
Berlin' an' uh boilin' up
Co-log-nuh!
always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
the smile off your face
And put your money where your mouth is or get out this place.
New York town is a meanass town,
We got a thousand bands singin'
Imagining if my whole world what
Where you coming from
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed
Imagining if my whole world what
Where you coming from
Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at
This is autobiographical taking you back
I live a charmed
on that New York shit
But smoking Cali haze
Ayo, cigar-niggas Phillies my favorite
Beat the affidavit
That good weed you save it
Run through the alleyways
some new shit
Do it how I want that's the new thinking
Don't you come at Me with some bullshit
Fact is Truth is
I miss the old ghetto
Where it rains
fears
I done gained more talent combined Than all my peers, talk to me
Wasn't that you who dissed the New York Times?
So you really write 100% of your
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
and Philadelph'
And know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
And as for we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
I ought to say my fam
the edge of town
Just take me to the country
Where I can take it slow down an old dirt road and they know my name
Where the loudest sound is my old dogs
New York, Tokyo, London, Frisco
Berlin, Chicago, Paris France
LA, Toronto, anywhere you go
It's all to far because
Your my precious little girl
You
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