Punchline ft Wordsworth - Native New Yorker | Текст песни

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• Punchline ft Wordsworth
• Native New Yorker

The land of the materialism depending what you wear you can fit in
Rich or poor, area stricken with theories of prison
I'm sure you hear it through your stereo rhythms it's merely a mission
To talk about ourselves, beware when you visit
Jump inside, let's ride to FDR Drive, the 1-2-5
Head back down on the west side
Five boroughs, Long Island upstate
Never sleep, always up late
There ain't enough space for this one state
Busy and it's very crowded, the city is very rowdy
It's where you wanna be that's why every record its shouted
Women on West 4th, for talent we're the best source
Some places you can't go without escorts
Let's walk
Cracked sidewalks, sewer smoke, cars
They be rimming them up, potholes bending 'em up
Clubs close when they want, no curfew
Street vendors, gypsie cabs that you hoping won't jerk you
Make it here make it anywhere
Even the friendly fear it
We got an attitude, we take it everywhere
Time Square is where it all starts and it all stops
Why you think it's here on New Year's is where the ball drops
Gotta thank Frank Sinatra, thank Big Poppa for bigging up New York
And eff the racist cops who check out plates and stop us
Ignore the borderlines
The planet is ours all in time
Everything I do, New York is defined
I'm...

[Hook]
Brooklyn, Manhattan
Queens, Staten
Bronx, Long Island
Where ever you be lounging
Make it here we can make it anywhere
Yo, we keep an attitude we take it everywhere
Hempstead, Uptown, Downtown, New Ro'
Y.O., New York state of mind where ever I go
Make it here we can make it anywhere
Yo, we keep an attitude we take it everywhere

[Verse Two: Punchline]
Turn up the volume and listen to the place where I'm from
A place where your life can end before it just begun
A place where you can party all night
Sleep all day
A place where the cab won't stop like Puff say
To get rich, some stick to the streets sinning
To get by, some get high like the cost of living
I try to keep my distance and always play down low
With Sex In The City way before HBO
It's the home of the place I wrote my first rap
It's the home of the place rap was birthed at
It's the home of the place I first started screwing
Diss my town we run you out quick like Pat Ewing
The street influence
Make noise if you feeling me
All lighters in the air just like the Statue Of Liberty
Haters grilling me, but I'm not impressed
Hit Sue's Rendezous to relieve the stress
I just do me and keep my attitude moody
We strapped, bump cats and don't say "excuse me"
If you can't afford it, still flaunt it
Can't call it
That N.Y. bullshit, we on it

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