Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NYC Minute , by - SHOOTYZ GROOVE. Song from the album High Definition, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 27.05.1999
Record label: Reprise
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NYC Minute , by - SHOOTYZ GROOVE. Song from the album High Definition, in the genre Иностранный рокNYC Minute |
| Bright lights, big city, concrete, 5 boroughs. |
| Everything is real like you see it in the photo, |
| we be the grand total, world capital future, |
| home of the paper schemes, ill natured, |
| building skyscrapers rollers and shakers, hungry money makers, |
| make you catch the vapors, everything is modern, expensive and flashy, |
| watch out for the devil, cause he roams the streets. |
| I got a concrete lawn and a concrete yard. |
| Roots hard as concrete you can’t compete |
| with this born winner who never been a loser, |
| brother from the boogie |
| who be biggin up and biggin up the Buddha mindstate, |
| enter my city and you will find hate, |
| ignorance and greed and people walking |
| walking by brothers on the street bleeding. |
| Still you might find everything you needed. |
| Chorus |
| Can’t be too timid in a NYC minute NYC minute |
| everybody wants to live it, blood spilling, |
| people killing in a NYC minute, |
| no smiles, just grinning, that’s how we living. |
| Bright lights, big city, concrete, 5 boroughs. |
| Everything is real like you see it in the photo, |
| we be the grand total, world capital future, |
| home of the paper schemes, ill natured, |
| building skyscrapers rollers and shakers, hungry money makers, |
| make you catch the vapors, everything is modern, expensive and flashy, |
| watch out for the devil, cause he roams the streets. |
| Now my momma and my poppa taught me mad realities, |
| plus the Southern Boulevard hospitalities, |
| but back alleys is where I dilly dallied, casually, |
| with things that cause fatalities. |
| Amazingly I always seemed to keep my faculties. |
| Others never had such luck got drugged got drunk |
| got tough got rough and got snuffed out. |
| Too fucked up or too slow to pull the gun out. |
| Time it seems to run out quick |
| for a lot of kids seem to turn |
| to crime real quick and do a lot of bids. |
| And every crew is out to make a hit, |
| New York is the craziest. |
| Chorus |
| Can’t be too timid in a NYC minute NYC minute |
| everybody wants to live it, blood spilling, |
| people killing in a NYC minute, |
| no smiles, just grinning, that’s how we living. |
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