Текст песни So NYankees - Single Version - ML , Mr. J1S , Joey Alves

Yeah... on our New York, Shish
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan
Yankees Yankees go Yankees
Everybody holler holler go Yankees
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan

New York to the core who else would I root for
The most hated where ever we go they boo more
We due for another ring maybe a dynasty
Y'all fresh but really ain't New York Fly to me
Olympic Pippen's mix with the fit type crazy
All white with the pinstripe midnight navy
Always headed for home so we run through signs
Whole team got power one through nine
I'm a Yankee and as proud as can be
At the game ain't nobody cheering louder than me
Don't matter if I'm front row or up in them bleachers
Still doing the roll call up with them creatures
Every game we got an ace on the hill
Straight killing the game start making a will
Cause we? Taking the field and flashing leather
When you win in New York it lasts forever

You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan
Yankees Yankees go Yankees
Everybody holler holler go Yankees
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan

NY to the soul my guy I'm always repping
Get a small fry on the side halal's where we heading
And like my Yanks you know it'll be a hit though
Three dudes on the track it's murderers row
We bbqing these n cooking y'all slow
Sit back watch the numbers of my fans grow
Off to the races. Old school DPA
Used to chirp chicks in rotation boost prepay
Eating up all that game that ML spitted
Bottoms of the timbs match the inner brim of the fitted
F you pay me. The NY compromise
Rocked Champion hoodies before the "C" was oversized
There's no challenging my love for the pinstripe
B's on ya forehead in my town better think twice
Don't compare your team, they barely make a presence
Only thing that letter's good for is the ending of your sentence... B

You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan
Yankees Yankees go Yankees
Everybody holler holler go Yankees
So New York with it always trying to make a band
So New York with it course I am a Yankee fan

So New York with it got to be Yankee fan
Rappers made the Yankee hat more famous than the Yankee can
But the Yankee can, hit the World Series
But I want to see a subway out of all series yeah
At the game probably drinking with my peers
I've been here my whole life like Jeter whole career
Corner store, delicatessens, bodegas over here
We mack that real game spitting flavor in your ear
Coaching to the men, Torre to Yogi Berra
Pitching to the ladies, Mariano Rivera
Bronx Bombers will bomb you the bombs is raining on
Forget about it Mama lasagna you know the game is on yeah
We stay popping like a bacon, egg and cheese
New York fans have other fans shaking in their jeans
Jooks down to the Red Sox they naked on the scene
We just waiting for the pinstripes to take another ring yeah
Take another ring yeah
Another World Series, we so serious