dollars and baby you gotta believe: I'm back back in the New York groove I'm back back in the New York groove I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove
Переклад: Привіт. New York Groove.
't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy
and a couple groove towns. Who you work for? You know who the boss, new blue yankee?s seven and three fours. Where ever I?m met nigga I?m still in New York
the undertaker Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper It's on the poppin' People wanna know when the album droppin' Start talkin' keep walkin' Flatbush New York
no no Hell's Kitchen is a crazy place I ain't never coming back Oh, New York City Oh, New York City, yeah, yeah New York City, yeah Oh, New York City
{What the hell was that?} (Hey y'all, I thought we bust this new hype before) All across the land (New dance commercials on TV) Rio, Marbella, we gettin
thinkin' this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules
beard, make the school playa hate The hoes on the side so you know it's drug related Ten G's in my pocket with the style and profile Born in New York
War sucks, big bucks, Tell me they don't give a fuck. (Chorus 2x) What is the difference?(What is the difference?) Between(New Orleans!) 1825(And New York
You know what I mean by coming together? Don: Yeah. Phyllis: I think since I came from New York, you know, I'm really . . . Don: Are you from New York
ceilin' Bunch of guys goin' off like lil' girl On the side showin' off like ATL in the house be the teens wearin' jeans Rockin' gold in they mouth Kingston upstate New York
the undertaker. Flipmode money-maker, make that kill for this paper. It's on the poppin. People wanna know when the album droppin. Start talkin. keep walkin. Flatbush new york
the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove
be thinkin this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules
of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop
Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton East St. Louis, Detroit (BO BO) Chicago (BO BO) Bed-Stuy (BO BO) Flatbush (BO BO) Brownsville (BO BO) East New York (BO BO) Newark New
do a little somethin like this"} (Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said) [Erick Sermon:] (Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick A New York nigga man
