New York's Not My Home

[Verse 1] Burning Oh no, oh no, here we go now[X3] Oh no[?] Went to New York to cut my first LP Riding down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a 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 [Chorus] Cause New York's Not My Home [Verse 2] In the village just illing with a forty in a brown bag I'm seeing freaks, and also fags I see a set of nice legs within in my site But it's a fucking transvestite Walking in the daylight Now I'm tripping and I'm like blown But I take another sip and say to each his own He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now if your sounds are knocking to the cool Kid Rocking Has got your girl jocking Take a chill pill young man, close your flap Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm going back to back With a track, uh, that's just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only 19, and my name ain't Wilbur But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver I don't dress up, or try to look pretty Instead I rock the house in every major city From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali I get down and I yodle in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brook-land zones [Chorus] [Verse 4] Eight ave in the 40 deuce, it's like a freak show A lot of hookers try to pop that weak, so I walk with a limp when I pimp through Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illing with the Beast Crew It's picking up, ill check this fact These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac Con-jested, overcrowded, cya I'm gone [Chorus]