Kool Keith - New York City lyrics

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