New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take sh**s in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare sh**
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap
I don't hear sh**, you n***az are excess waste
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure sh**
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 sh**
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and h*mo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure sh**
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 sh**, choose the Daily News
The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles
You got a lot around your feet motherf**ers not a little bit
(Wipe that sh** off your soles)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
I'm straight up on the bu*t-a** transit
I don't give a f**, I smell the piss in the subway
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City ma** transit
Women lookin scared, borin-a** statues
b**h you need to get out the boroughs
and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin
Sittin up with braids in your hair like a f**in Halloween pumpkin
Smile motherf**er, put on some lipstick or do somethin
Eat your breakfast muffin
My appearance shock your brand new motherf**in 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 f**in cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what?
You got your cellular phone, motherf**er you pre-paid
Girls and guys I'm not frontin
Y'all bullsh**tin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table
Runnin your f**in bill up on Verizon
You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-a** herb n***az are thin
Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin
The datin and courtin sh** got everybody hyped up and sportin sh**
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-a** singin MC a lot
Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop
You shoulda dipped, your sh** in the parking lot
[Chorus] - 2X
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take sh**s in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare sh**
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap
I don't hear sh**, you n***az are excess waste
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure sh**
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 sh**
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and h*mo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure sh**
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 sh**, choose the Daily News
The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles
You got a lot around your feet motherf**ers not a little bit
(Wipe that sh** off your soles)
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
I'm straight up on the bu*t-a** transit
I don't give a f**, I smell the piss in the subway
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City ma** transit
Women lookin scared, borin-a** statues
b**h you need to get out the boroughs
and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin
Sittin up with braids in your hair like a f**in Halloween pumpkin
Smile motherf**er, put on some lipstick or do somethin
Eat your breakfast muffin
My appearance shock your brand new motherf**in 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 f**in cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what?
You got your cellular phone, motherf**er you pre-paid
Girls and guys I'm not frontin
Y'all bullsh**tin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table
Runnin your f**in bill up on Verizon
You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-a** herb n***az are thin
Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin
The datin and courtin sh** got everybody hyped up and sportin sh**
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-a** singin MC a lot
Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop
You shoulda dipped, your sh** in the parking lot
[Chorus] - 2X