Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New York City, artist - Kool Keith. Date of issue: 22.11.2010
Song language: English
New York City |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| There’s a million albums out there |
| With that opera and Shakespeare shit |
| I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap |
| I don’t hear shit, you niggas are excess waste |
| A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit |
| The hottest DJ’s in New York spin it from the wheelchairs |
| With cancer, my voodoo ready to roll |
| Ask Harlem Hospital, you can’t cure shit |
| HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD’s |
| Soft jazz and homo R and B, I ain’t payin for that Allure shit |
| Walkin' by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it |
| I guarantee you get bad karma, fly leather coat with the Coach bag |
| You step in shit, choose the Daily News |
| The newspaper’s gonna take off a little off your soles |
| You got a lot around your feet, motherfuckers, not a little bit |
| Wipe that shit off your soles |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| I’m straight up on the butt ass transit |
| I don’t give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway |
| My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit |
| Women lookin' scared, borin' ass statues |
| Bitch, you need to get out the boroughs |
| And move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin' |
| Sittin' up with braids in your hair like a fuckin' Halloween pumpkin |
| Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin' |
| Eat your breakfast muffin' |
| My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin' leather |
| I ain’t say nothin' 'cause in your panties secretly |
| I know you readin' the magazine comin', the freak on the train is bustin' |
| I was sittin' here first, you wasn’t I know you goin' home to masturbate |
| Your girlfriend is messed up, datin' her own fuckin' cousin |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| Y’all just reachin' your damn horizons, so what? |
| You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you prepaid |
| Girls and guys I’m not frontin' |
| Y’all bullshittin' talkin' to nobody lookin' good at the dinner table |
| Runnin' your fuckin' bill up on Verizon |
| You ain’t shoppin' with a lot of Victoria’s Secret bags |
| Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded ass herb niggas are thin |
| Girls are more insecure, I’m realizin' |
| The datin' and courtin' shit got everybody hyped up and sportin' shit |
| The Bell system fraud, dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot |
| Ladies don’t invite me over |
| Just cover the mattress with the piss and the cum spot |
| Don’t blast the same lame ass singin' MC a lot |
| Now move the ticket off your window |
| Manhattan traffic cop |
| You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parkin' lot |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |
| New York City, we piss in it, we live in it |
| We die, we all take shits in it |