[Chorus x4: singer] Are you sure you wanna go, to New York City (New York City)
[Kool Keith] New York City's finest, the added attraction next to your man Popular name, I'm Mark Minus Negative, is that the best vocals you give I pass the structure, you think it's okay, Motown needs to see me Deliver your cassette, amateurs embarass me Give me somethin to play, I sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant I expect cash, don't play anything cartoon in front of Mike Biv Ask Hyram Hicks, I put my face in the console My engineer's sharp, I thought you spit on hits Oh you Spike now, wearin Allen You sportin Houston's kicks, Central Park West You rhyme and practice While I hang out with the Dominican Republic I keep the Sony Cam, between crushes I take all Spanish chicks, international rapper On tight bars with the Spanish mix Hittin Spanish licks
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper] Statues, buildings, street killings, living could be heaven Pimps {?} thugs, nothing given driven The Penthouse look is dope cookers jukers The high price, hookers gamblers pushers Subways no way, cab some days Town call always I all days Honest but dishonest, regardless I'm heartless, cause money is endless No heart to get clipped you trip you'll get clipped The weak will slip, hit is what they get Heat spark avoid the jack don't talk gun spark All money sharks in New York Money's fast, the city ain't slow The papes low, in all those boroughs, yo
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper] Yo, yo I love the dirty blocks, my thugs at the corner movin that stuff Controllin the spot, I like the city yo we move quickly Where the streets talk a lot, yo (uh-huh, yo) And if you snitch them kids'll get you at the chicken spot And rock big leathers, and match the Timbs up Lace the kicks up, the new fitted (new fitted) A long chains make the chickens get real hot Stop playin, it's the Big Apple We take a bite out, conference calls blow ten thousand (yeah) Bungalo six baby, on just a night out (woo!) The Westside highway, I test my heat out Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out The streets peak out, they like the Claybornes Come through, yo we make the streets stop I know your head bop, New York City (New York) Where cats wild out and jacks just go out
[Chorus x2: to fade]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
