Lyrics:
to me
New Hefner, I'm surrounded by snow bunnies
Like a runny nose
Shit all I do is just blow money
Tipsy off the tequila
Letting off with the heater
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
watching
So when I walk in just keep it New York cool
You know how you do "Yeah I know you dude how you do?
I like your style last thing I'll do is say it"
York city. I got my first job as an assignment desk assistant, and then as a field producer at a local news station in New York City. But the thing about
Niggas is flossin' a lot, time to start extortin' the block
Just a portion of the prod' off the top for my Porsche and my yacht
Something for
California with some new shit
I'm Sir Too Short I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money we don't rap for fun
Five
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
suck my soft dick and
"Bring 'em up dead"
"Statik Selektah"
"Can you say New York City?"
"Your mind is all about crime, your mind is all about
Bok! Bok! Bok! Bok!
The difference to get in though
Not that it makes any difference fah shoo
Uh New York's uh sinking
How old are you little girl
rippin' mics and shit
New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19, that's when my momma water burst
No spouse
the light and living, people, this is my new religion
I am drifting, do you mind? (Drifting, drifting)
Touching the divine (Drifting, drifting)
When I close
coming back
Turn on my TV just for more bad news
Little shorty got him a gun and shot his school
Can't even breathe cause the air so polluted
Got
more
My old tapes still sit in the record store
Sellin more than yo new shit do
You said you had bitches, nigga, who pimped who?
Cause you're workin
of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got
Through the trees
If there’s any place I’d rather be
From New York to LA
Carolina’s where I’ll stay
The crescent moon
Sits proud above
The old palmetto tree
Where are you taking me?
I'm about to change your life
Then by all means, lead the way
Elizabeth Schuyler
It's a pleasure to meet you
Schuyler?
My
Third Week in the Chelsea
By Jorma Kaukonen
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind
they know come through spin
At night I talk to God, I hope that he forgive my sins
Pour out a little liquor, bust my Glock and send new gin
Tonight I'm
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
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