Текст песни Clayborne Family (Kool KeithMarc LiveJac - New York City
Clayborne Family (Kool KeithMarc LiveJac - New York City слова песни
[Chorus]Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)Are you sure you wanna go - to New York City? (New York City)[Kool Keith]New York City`s finest, the added attractionNext to your man, popular nameI mark minus, negativeIs that the best vocals you give?I passed your structure, you think its okay?Motown needs to see me, deliver your cassetteAmateurs embarrass me, give me somethin` to playI`ll sit in the big meetings with Damon DashUrinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant, I expect cashDon`t play anything cartoon in front of Mike Viv, ask Hiram HicksI`ll put my face on the console, my engineer sharpI thought you spit on hitsOh you Spike now, wearin` Allan`sYou sportin` Houston`s kicksSince you parked West, you rhyme and practiceWhile I hang out with the Dominican RepublicI keep the Sony cam - between crotches, I tape all Spanish chicksInternational rapper on tight bars with the Spanish mixHittin` Spanish licks[Chorus][Jacky Jasper]Statues, buildings, street killers livingCould be heaven, pimps through thugs - nothin` givin`Driven - to penthouse, lookers, dope cookers, jookasThe highest price hookers, gamblers, pushersThug ways, no wayCabs some days, town call always, high all dayHonest but dishonest, regardlessI`m heartless cause money is endlessNot hard to get clip, you trip you`ll get clippedThe weak will slip, hit is what they getPeeps walk, avoid the jack, don`t talk, guns sparkAll money, shark fin, New YorkMoney`s fast, the city ain`t slow, the pay slowWith all those Burroughs, yo[Chorus][Marc Live]Yo, yo, I love the dirty blocksMy thugs at the corner movin` that stuff, controllin` the spotI like the city yo, we move quicklyWhere the streets talk a lot, yo... (yeah)And if you snitch them kids`ll get you at the chicken spotAnd rock big leathers, and match the Tims upLace the kicks up, a new fittedA long chains make the chickens get real hotStop playin` this the Big Apple, we take a bite outConference calls, blow ten thousand (yeah) - on just a night outThe Westside Highway I test my heat outFive deep, we move fast and blow the seats outThe streets peek out, they like the Clayborne`sCome through (yo), we make the streets stop, I know your head bopNew York City, where cats wil` out and jacks just go out[Chorus] - 2X