When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride 'Til I get to the bottom and see you again Yeah,
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when
[Kanye West] It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from the heart from the start Played my part Seemed like I just
( New York , New York, New York, New York) ( New York , New York, New York, New York) Ooh, Ooh Ooh, oOOoh Ooh, Ooh oOOoh, oOOoh All my life (In New
Say brother, can I borrow a thin brother You know, a dime? Say it, say it, say it sis I'd sure like to have this little dime for me So I can get this
I'm a hog for you, baby Can't get enough of your love When I go to sleep at night That's what I'm dreaming of One little piggie went to London One little
Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July I had a firecracker waiting to blow Breakin' like a rocket who makin' its way To the cities of Mexico
In New York freedom looks like Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home
Tom, get your plane right on time. I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New
Breakfast at Mickey's, make up still on Elbows on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold me
Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first knighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around A little me to fill up with my thoughts A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams A way
He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding Talking crippled on the cross Was His mind reeling and heaving, hallucinating Fleeing what a loss
The bias of the father runs on through the son And leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit At the face staring
There's a down town fairy singing out, "Proud Mary" As she cruises Christopher Street And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean Where the docks
There's blacks with knives and whites with clubs Fighting in howard beach There's no such thing as human rights When you walk the n.y.streets A cop was
They say he didn't have an enemy His was a greatness to behold He was the last surviving progeny The last one on this side of the world He measured a
The stock is empty in our eyeball store All we got left, a few cataracts and sores The faggot mimic machine never had an ides Mission impossible, they