Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N.Y.C., artist - Kevin Rudolf. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N.Y.C. |
| In the city of dreams, you get caught up in the schemes |
| And fall apart in the seam |
| Tonight |
| That boy he used to bomb, |
| From B.K. |
| to the Bronx and it’s the fortunate one, who dies |
| New York, we ready! |
| He move from LAS to SoHo (hooo) |
| A few blocks for those who don’t know (ohh) |
| Down the hall punched a hole in the wall |
| Bounced out, all are in control |
| Certified son of a gun |
| Learns life lesson 101 |
| Don’t fly too high on your own supply |
| Get burnt by the sun |
| Coz in the city of dreams |
| You get caught up in the schemes |
| And fall apart in the seam |
| Tonight |
| That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. |
| to the Bronx |
| And it’s the fortunate one who dies |
| He was NY’s talk of the town |
| Heard out to the LI sound (okay) |
| He started datin models and he figured it out |
| He used to be a nice guy, then he cut that sh! |
| t out |
| Qualified sex machine |
| No better than a vowed fiend |
| She wanted a ride to the upper east side but he dropped her ass off in queens |
| Coz in the city of dreams |
| You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam |
| Tonight |
| That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war |
| (You ready, K?) (It's your man Nas here) |
| And then he’d lift up his voice to the |
| Sky (Take it straight through New York City) |
| Yo, ok, my city, my town, my crown |
| Michael Bloomberg, forget what you heard |
| I’m thought of highly, shoppin Louie, Gianni |
| Christian LaCrosse shades, what can a boss say? |
| City, bus, the subway, cab, the runway |
| Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age |
| The illest city on the planet |
| Towers came down, Wall Street barely standin |
| We Crook Brothers, opposite of Brook Brothers |
| My footsteps of Scatman Crothers |
| It’s just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me Interviews on how I flip sixty-twos |
| This isn’t my style, I spit what I’m livin right now |
| I’m out on the town, gold bars shuttin it down |
| Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling |
| Then it’s a loud fool, fifty-third street, right near the Hilton |
| I’m fightin the feeling I had when I was lightin up buildings |
| Now I’m writin for millions of listeners |
| Critics who just don’t get it They try dissin us, New York full of kings and queens, all the rest just mimic |
| us Coz in the city of dreams |
| You get caught up in the schemes and fall apart in the seam |
| Tonight |
| That boy would play his guitar like he was ready for war |
| And then he’d lift up his voice to the |
| Sky |