Heems - Yo What's Good New York lyrics

[Hook: Kool A.D] Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?) Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?) Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay) Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay) [Verse 1: Lakutis] Ayo my black swan feathers never ruffle Like a crow, Russell Go Russell, it's your birthday I'm a ba*tard like Jon Snow So I rocked the fur shoulder joint While I cry about it I'm supplied swords by hooded men Goonish den where I lay at Vajayjay they parade for me like I was Pat Sajak Yaya baybay, how you living? Me, I got a chip in my brain And three titties to boot So whatcha thinking? Probably 'bout s** with me Probably the next to be f**ing with the three sea shells Me I'm from the future Watch how I maneuver Brazilian, Xuxa A million, Rugers A thousand, island, dressing I'm undressing and dismembering you In my eyes and ? mind and brain '95 kane's car from light blue Crystal, cleanest sh** Sharp as a thistle Flyer than a regular piece of paper Salmon with the mayo and the capers Me I'm getting paper Split hooves like a satyr Living large b**bs major Sexy silly baby with the porcelain crown Man down, man down Momma, MOMA, Natural History Museum Where I find my boney brethren You can get in if you're s**ed in See me s**ting, creepy s** pin Peep the deepest bluest My hat is like a dick, b**h [Hook] [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I got the d** by the part between the nuts and the a**hole Tom Selleck on the facial Schwarzenegger figure from the '80s Pasta tossed with basil Sprinkle me with cheese Got the hookup on the cable Gla** tables, feets up by the patio She got the p**y from the sea Diver Scallop rap got the b**hes in the back Blowing sack Overaged just one or two years f** me for New Year's (Yeah) I'm like The One Man Gang Accompanied by Slick Your company wasn't f**ing with me Now you're comfortably tugging on my dick Hunger for a hit Do a tumble and a flip, b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Heems] Shouts Queens, shouts my sister Shivani Good bye solo, chop shop, man push cart Ramin Bahrani, the ladies they Rani Beauty who cop j**elry and Maharani- Jewelers on Union Turnpike Shouts to Dap's mom, that's Huma Shouts to wrestlers, Yokozuna Shouts to Tiger Ali Singh with bling on Speaking Klingon Kiss the ring on, my fingers, is what I've been on Concurrent, young sleepy call me Venom Flow is sharp, throwing darts Dropping cats, Owen Hart Florida grocery Shoutout to Floetry Shoutout to Bushra Rehman's poetry Shouts to Mohammad We used to burn in the back of the Beamer Third world fam He was the first of the cats that called me Heema Not for FEMA, schemer For Abner Louima, dreamer You ain't on what Heems on (Uh!) Walk with me, my shirts is lilac My skin is brown I'm blue so I rap I cough til my capillaries burst And I'm carried in a hearst You're carrying a purse I'm valiant with words Carrying the herb Marrying the verbs You all merry and you herbs (Yeah!)