Fredro Starr - That New York | Текст песни

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This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York, New York, New York

This the city of dreams that could turn into a nightmare
Can't find one nigga that'll fight fare
Everybody got a quick scheme to get rich
Flip bricks or tryina hit the big six
Get a quick fix, all the fiends really want
Eye pads getting smoked into Philly blunts
Me? I'm smoking blunts at the Sky bar
Columbus Circle at the high bar, hi y'all
Black AP, get off safety, I'm so thugged out, look what rap made me
You don't see, don't say nothing
New York, New York like nobody know nothing
It's the code of the streets
I'm a Queens nigga, late night I'm running through the low ends

This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York

This where hip hop came from
Graffiti on the trains and the snatchy chains, son
Everybody pulling fast moves, blast crews, cash rules
'Cause every bill is past due
If they ask you what time it is
It's just stick the kids, tryina set you up
You know I know what time it is
You gotta have street smarts to learn your lesson
Hennessey straight, get burned, get protection
This is for my G's that burnt in the essence
I'm in the G team, burning down 7th
I double up, put money on the Jets
Came back, doubled up, put money on the Mets
I took that, doubled up, poured some coke for my town
Took it back down to Buck Town
We open all night, all week
New York stay strong like the bull on Wall Street

This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York, front of the bodega
Where kids drink 40, your blunts would go bogus
Where niggas with black masks like the lone ranger
Run in the store like let me hold the paper
This that New York

That New York, that New York, that New York
That New York, that New York, that New York
That New York

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