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[Chorus: repeat 2X] New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it [Kool Keith] There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's Soft jazz and homo R&B I ain't payin for that Allure shit Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it I guarantee you get bad karma Fly leather coat with the Coach bag You step in shit, choose the Daily News The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit (Wipe that shit off your soles) [Chorus] - 2X [Kool Keith] SongtexteI'm straight up on the butt-ass transit I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues Bitch you need to get out the boroughs and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin Eat your breakfast muffin My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather I ain't say nothin Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin The freak on the train is bustin I was sittin here first, you wasn't I know you goin home to masturbate Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin [Chorus] - 2X [Kool Keith] Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid Girls and guys I'm not frontin Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit The Bell system fraud Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot Ladies don't invite me over Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot [Chorus] - 2X Aus Songtexte Mania