[Chorus] Are you sure you wanna go to New York City? New York City Are you sure you wanna go to New York City? New York City Are you sure you wanna go to New York City? New York City Are you sure you wanna go to New York City? New York City [Kool Keith] New York Citys finest, the added attraction Next to your man, popular name I mark minus, negative Is that the best vocals you give? I passed your structure, you think its okay? Motown needs to see me, deliver your cassette Amateurs embarrass me, give me somethin to play Ill sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant, I expect cash Dont play anything cartoon in front of Mike Viv, ask Hiram Hicks Ill put my face on the console, my engineer sharp I thought you spit on hits Oh you Spike now, wearin Allans You sportin Houstons kicks Since you parked West, you rhyme and practice While I hang out with the Dominican Republic I keep the Sony cam between crotches, I tape all Spanish chicks International rapper on tight bars with the Spanish mix Hittin Spanish licks [Chorus] [Jacky Jasper] Statues, buildings, street killers living Could be heaven, pimps through thugs nothin givin Driven to penthouse, lookers, dope cookers, jookas The highest price hookers, gamblers, pushers Thug ways, no way Cabs some days, town call always, high all day Honest but dishonest, regardless Im heartless cause money is endless Not hard to get clip, you trip youll get clipped The weak will slip, hit is what they get Peeps walk, avoid the jack, dont talk, guns spark All money, shark fin, New York Moneys fast, the city aint slow, the pay slow With all those Burroughs, yo [Chorus] [Marc Live] 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... yeah And if you snitch them kidsll get you at the chicken spot And rock big leathers, and match the Tims up Lace the kicks up, a new fitted A long chains make the chickens get real hot Stop playin this the Big Apple, we take a bite out Conference calls, blow ten thousand yeah on just a night out The Westside Highway I test my heat out Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out The streets peek out, they like the Claybornes Come through yo, we make the streets stop, I know your head bop New York City, where cats wil out and jacks just go out [Chorus] 2X
york, city, new, spanish, yo