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Burnin`, oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no
Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin` down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at twenty-fifth Just a little too swift Yo, let me out, I`m gonna walk from here on Here`s four bucks, you drive like a moron Lost in the Apple, and I`m all alone Cause New York`s not my home
In the, in the village just illin` with a forty in a brown bag I`m seein` freaks and also fags I see a set of nice legs within my site But it`s a fuckin` transvestite walkin` in the daylight Now I`m trippin` and I`m like blown But I take another sip and say to each his own He`d get dissed in Detroit but I`ll leave him alone Cause New York`s not my home
Now if your sounds are knockin` to the cool Kid rockin` My *beatbox sounds* has got your girl jockin` Take a chill pill your man, close your flap Cause like the Piston Joe, I`m goin` back to back With a track, uh, that`s just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only nineteen, and my name ain`t Wilbur But I pull more hoes than Long John Silver I don`t dress up or try to look pretty Instead I rock the house in every major city From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali I get down and yodel in the valley Can`t say I`m from the Bronx or Brooklyn zones Cause New York`s not my home Eighth ave. in the forty deuce, it`s like a freak show A lot of hookers try to pop that weak, so I walk with a limp when I pimp through Or co-mack those hoes if I`m illin` with the Beast Crew It`s pickin` up ill, check this fact These motherfuckers pay over two-fifty for a Big Mac Conjested, overcrowded, see ya, I`m gone Cause New York`s not my home
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