Joe Cooley - Wake Up New York lyrics

[ Rodney O ] Wake up, New York It's time to listen to L.A (Wake up) In this business you are left unknown till you have a hit Now I'm gonna show you just who is counterfeit So you don't like me, but tell me the reason Is it cause it's New York-dissin-L.A. season? Yeah, I think I hit the nail on the head If you had it your way, L.A. rap would be dead But it's not like that, we got the s**ers bumpin Wear the wrong color, get broke off somethin If I wore red or blue, I might be dodgin slugs So I'm wearin neutral colors from the Crips and Bloods Who said it never rains in Cali, take back the statement Don't you hear the shells fallin on to the pavement? Run for your life! I'm tryin not to get hit But livin in L.A. anyone is a target I'm the one who's down when we call for peace But tell the one who's saggin with his khakis creased Yeah (Wake up) ("The Source" don't like us, they dissed my boy Rodney O) That's right, Joe, they played us like a damn Nintendo Didn't take the right info like it was reported Twisted up my words, and the truth was distorted My peers on the West won't speak up, so I will Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the k** The crew of two don't care if we cause a little static You don't wanna run into a psycho's automatic Ooh-wee, we're doin too much I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch Ooh-wee, we're doin too much I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch They know they don't like us and they keep on denyin it I don't give a care, cause other folks are buyin it Will I ever change and start followin Farrakhan? That's just like askin me if I woulda fought in Vietnam Yeah And this is the Sound of L.A Wake up, New York (Wake up) Ooh-wee, we're doin too much I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch Ooh-wee, we're doin too much I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch New York talked about our jherri curls and weather One thing I admit is: y'all stick together Some of y'all is cool, but most of ya ain't You walk around town like your sh** don't stink Well, the day is finally here you're gettin dissed, New York Me and Joe celebratin, poppin off the cork If I'm goin out, I'm goin out with a bang Side by side with my boys, not a gang Yeah Wake up, New York It's time to listen to L.A But you don't hear me though Rodney O & Joe Cooley most definitely in the house Ooh-wee We're doin way too much