New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
Mother Ship Put on the cameras, try it you'll be loving it And you can bring your girl and we can get on another tit Me? I'm a Mount Airy fellow Or down
Please don't hate me Maybe they call you the termihater Please don't hate me If this was a swamp, you'd be an allihater Please don't hate me You could
be bitin, you're ignitin the beast This is melodic, melodies, if you got it Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage If you can't keep an
of God, so that He can keep us from the wrath Of fiery brimstones stay strong and hold onto your faith And it won?t greet you, yet meet you, deceit you
love you boo don't want no more that baby mama drama. Haters call me I hate it all who drive me yeah. Whether you're bald or you braided. Plus some
from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
Drive, drive, drive Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is mine" Drive, drive, drive, drive Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide Drive, drive, drive, drive
m a basket face With fifty-four seconds to outer space I love a bull mastiff ground up, make a pound up With green Jesus, get in I'll drive you to seizures
, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape
buy I'm am not the house I live in, I'm not the car I drive I'm not the job I work, You can't define my worth By nothing on God's green earth, my identity
voice drives me insane And I am doing everything I can To face the truth and take this like a man Won't you say hello to Heaven for us Tell Jesus we
... dreams!.... Ooooh! Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive... pop star of a man... picture this if you can: bead jobs! knotted nylons! bamboo
drive a Mach-1 no dashboard Jesus I hear voices say that's Doug Martinez You're all up in my mix like fuckin' betty crocker You think you're playing me but actually you
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
no angel that you can strangle Los Angels Xzibit: See handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld Ras Kass: There ain't no angel that you can
New York, Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There's nothing you can't do, Now you're in New York, These streets will make you feel brand new, The lights will inspire you