Lyrics The Mayor - N.A.S.A., Sam i, The Cool Kids

The Mayor

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I’m eating my scrambled eggs this morning
And then I think about it
I’m the mayor of the city
Yo, where you all at, man?
Yo, it’s Staten Island, New York, the forgotten borough
Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough
Since the days of snatching Lee patches
Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches
So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on Broad
Enter the 36 Chambers and swung swords
Bug when the Force, MD’s met the Fat Boys
Brought the ruckus like P.E., brought the noise
Slept on the ferry boat coming from L.Q.
The Purple Rain in the air had me stuck like glue
We would dry out Macy’s but 8 G’s worth of Polo
See the dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo
Stuffing 40's in brown bags dipping from blue coats
Flicking it up with new ropes, staying new ghost
Stapleton the park, yeah, we stay styling
Staten Island a.k.a. Shaolin'
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
I’m from that 33rd H town rider
Rep my city, my neighborhood, Southsider
Out here we hustle 'til we touch it
It’s all about a come up
If ain’t no money in it we don’t fuck with it
Gangsta, gangsta, now what the fuck are they yelling?
Late night hanging, drug selling
This here the city of the astronauts
High as hell in the 550 smashing out like, vroom
I’m on my way to the room
With a white girl looking like Vidal Sassoon
All up in the bathroom, digging the guts out
Five in the morning, I’m boning the fuck out
The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn
It’s like a million different cities in one
So everybody out here repping getting them some
We got drink, dro, dope, hoes
Niggas pulling up in my Gallardo, think fast, talk slow
Millionaires out here and you won’t even know
The H
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
I can’t stop, won’t stop unless I got a flat
The flat head screwdriver reminding me that
That if I’m holding the right tools to screw in the joints
I’m good with both hands, I must be from Detroit
The Motor Capital, the capital D
The fourth letter of the alphabet, it’s on in a Tigers' fitee
Bail out in the Olds' Cutlass Supreme
Where we iron blue collars and crease the jeans
Either in Mount Clemens, Six Mile Grand River
Seven Mile Greenfield, right corner of the mitten
The home of the Red Wings, Lions and the Pistons
First gate is for Chevrolet, Detroit Michigan
Saying what up yo, what up Joe?
That’s what I’m saying
I don’t think they understand outside the city limits
So give me a minute to unbutton my coat
And give a cheers to the man with his ears to the fan
'Cause he hear all that cold shit
Blowing in ghost shit, go again lake front
92 Grand Prix red with the gold rims number 8 Jordan’s
Here we on Maxwell Street for the Polish shit
Grilled onions and no mustard
Everybody from the go already know the biz
Chuck’s from Detroit, Mike’s from the Chi
So it’s Bulls, Tigers, Lions and Bears, oh my
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
In my city I’m the mayor
But I got a key to the city everywhere
I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown
Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round
Aw yeah, city to city
On the road, claiming my city, we represent this city
As we explore around the country and around the world in fact
Let us go to the new worlds together
Not as new worlds to be conquered
But as a new adventure to be shared