paroles de chanson New York (Radio Edit) - Kool Keith
Are
you
sure
you
wanna
go,
to
New
York
City
(New
York
City)
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
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
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
- 2X
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fade)
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