Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yankee Fitted, artist - Talib Kweli. Date of issue: 24.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yankee Fitted |
| I swear on my Yankee fitted, I’m 'bout business |
| Jesus, God, Muhammad, Allah, my witness |
| N.Y stand up, y’all know what this is (this is) |
| One for New York you bitches |
| Set the record straight, I rep the state |
| Everywhere I go the fitted attract hate |
| The N. Y logo, they say «Oh no!» |
| New York in the building, don’t speed, go slow |
| Shout to westside, shout to south, shout to midwest |
| Overseas in depth, shout to everywhere I ain’t even been yet |
| But when I touchdown one thing you can bet |
| I got my fitted on, who wanna get it on? |
| Even when I’m dolo, the borough and the logo |
| I’m so N. Y, oh and I, walk with a bop like my toes just died |
| The hat speak for me, I don’t vocalize |
| Swing my arm like a hammer til I broke his eye |
| New York’s on, yeah, and the pope get high |
| Yo pass my fitted, let me show this guy I |
| Got it in blue, got it in red I, got it in black, matter of fact |
| You could tell an N. Y nigga how he wear it |
| If it ain’t about the fitted hat, I don’t wanna hear it |
| That’s my Yankee fitted, that’s my Yankee fitted |
| That’s my Yankee fitted, that’s that Yankee (Hey!) |
| And everywhere we go, they already know |
| That’s that Yankee fitted, that’s my Yankee fitted |
| That’s that Yankee… (Talib Kweli, Blacksmith!) |
| My New Era Yankee fitted is so money |
| The way your hat fit on your head is so funny |
| You bummy, it’s so laughable |
| I’m so international, I’m always on the runway no fashion show |
| Places I have to go, you can’t get to it, no MetroCard |
| Wear it on stage and I sweat a lot, so you can tell I’m working |
| I got a reservoir of fitteds, 7 and ¼th the fit is so perfect |
| I stay loyal to the royal blue |
| They call the Apple rotten cause New York City will spoil you |
| Sometimes I switch it up, with the fedora or the applejack, 'til I’m ready to |
| bring the Apple back |
| That’s when I open up my closet door, and find a cap to match the Spike Lee |
| Jordans on the closet floor |
| Me and my fitteds travel many miles, before every tour I stop and try on the… |
| I been around the world and I I I, I keeps my Yankee fitted |
| Brim tucked low across my eye’s why, sometimes I can’t see shit but yo |
| I go hard for my city no pause, me I ball like I have no draws |
| I had to pause on that, I sound reckless |
| I’m from New Yitty the city that found Precious |
| Yep yep, I rap hard when I’m OT, I got the game on wrap like I’m Roti |
| No seguro my nigga, that means no sleep |
| I hit the club like pussy meat and I’m so deep |
| I got a big ego, I make big bread |
| Ask these bitches they tell you I got a big head |
| That’s cause most of y’all niggas ain’t really livin' |
| You couldn’t walk a day in my fitted, nigga you kiddin'? |