Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty New Yorker, artist - Prodigy. Album song H.N.I.C. Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Voxonic
Song language: English
Dirty New Yorker |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Yeah… |
| Baby mama let’s roll, here we go, Cheerio, cereal |
| Killa with the flow and the blow and the dro' |
| And the gun go ring, hit 'em all in a row |
| AK-47, .40-Glock, .44, let 'em know from the door |
| How it go, it’s not a joke, there’s gon' be a homicide |
| I’m a ride, I’m a rep me a nigga up in the box |
| And send 'em to his folks, his bloods, his kin |
| The drama it don’t end, bust a gun |
| Bust a nigga’s face open with the hand |
| Tell 'em go tell a friend, tell a cop, tell the FEDS |
| I don’t give a mothafuck, you niggas in the Ps |
| I’m a let the world see you, you’re a bitch, you’re a snitch |
| I’m a Mobb Deep gangsta, Infamous soldier |
| If you got a cold heart then my shit just froze over |
| Range Rover, Chevy Suburban, the bullet proof trim |
| The windows on the crib, bullet proof them |
| You’re fucking with a Dirty New Yorker |
| Quens in this bitch fall back or get roped up |
| You’re fucking with a Dirty New Yorker |
| Quens mothafucka, move and get smoked up |
| Ay' baby mama let’s slide on the floor |
| I’m a pro with the flow |
| I can go on forever tell me when to stop yo |
| My first album Head Nigga in Charge it went gold |
| With my next shit I’m just trying to seel a lil mo' |
| I won’t be mad if it’s less, I’m still filthy rich |
| We going on a permanent tour and never coming back |
| I’m a vet not a pet, you gon' see when I flip |
| Niggas trip fall on their face and bust their own shit |
| Come for me you gon' run up to a wall of cement |
| Certain niggas not to be touched and I’m one of 'em |
| Pop to bub me, crack open the Goose and the Gin |
| You gon' get real fucked up in memory of them |
| I’m a cop some more ice, houses and whips |
| Why they mad? |
| 'Cause they can’t spend money like this |
| 180 on the wrist, 190 on the six-speed |
| Porsche with the turbo and shatter proof tenth |