Lyrics:
Home York

, home of the World Trade Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York

York's not my home Though all the streets are crowded There's something strange about it I lived there 'bout a year And I never once felt at home I

too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home

Translation: Jim Croce. New York's Not My Home.

too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home

Originally by Clarence "Frogman" Henry] I ain't got no home No place to roam I ain't got a home No place to roam I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home

home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin

not serenadin I'm just narratin the streets on my beats I'm a New York nigga, and Strawberry's home That's a New York nigga, and it gets no bigger Go

little too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home