Текст песни «Uncle Murda - New York City»

Its whatever with whoever
Always whatever with whoever
Thats how Im on it all day, every day
Thats how Im on it all day, every day
We can do a whatever whenever
We can do a whatever whenever
Thats how Im on it all day, every day
Thats how Im on it all day, every day

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
I got my city feeling like its '95
Feeling good, like in before Biggie died
On Twitter Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibe
I retweeted that shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their buzz back
Beef with DJs like
"Damn where the love at?"
The DJ like "Homie where the hits at?"
That shit you sent me was whack
I cant spin that
Instead of making better music
N-ggas get offended
Then jump on a south beat
Cause the south winning
Then they get mad when they don't pop, yo
Like "That shit wouldve worked if I was Rocko"
Or "That shit wouldve worked if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but you're not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New York n-gga homie
Thats that
Now lets get back to that boom bap

[Hook]
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
New York

[Verse 2: Uncle Murda]
Aint no place like home
But the radio got me thinking
Im in the A
But when I go to the A
It feel like Im in the A
New York n-ggas dont be getting no radio play
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga just say?"
Only New York n-gga they play outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that real New York City
All that same old bounce shit
Be making me nauseous
New York, I dont know when it happened
But we went from setting the trends
To copy catting
Its like we losing our identity
I hope n-ggas is feeding off of my energy
We need a new DMX
Not a new Waka Flocka
Im talking that shit like
When B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
Im starting some shit like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you decide to live
Dont tell police who shot ya

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
I'm from Q U E E N S
Where n-ggas chasing cheese
Cakes like eating this
My n-ggas aint playing games
This aint recess
Wet T-Shirt contest
Leave your T wet
For that Jesus piece hanging off your neck
Life ended, game over
Aint no reset
Youngins color blind over here
Throw up the wrong set
Drop a bomb like Im Funk Flex
Im connected out in Brooklyn like the Nets
Head back then got now
F-ck next
Out in the Bronx cause we souse rendezvous
Manhattan condo with the ocean view
Smoking Malibu Kush, clean Dutch
Better Kick Push when I up the 40
Back to Queens catch me in ?
On west side ? got the towers
Death to the cowards
And your bitch pussy
Ran through that whole god mileage

[Hook]
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
New York

[Verse 4: Vado]
A while back met some wild cat
Fly cat, you know I didn't supply that
Im from where kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they still carrying
Keep the nine same bag Dirty Harry in
Suede Belt, slim corduroys
Leather jacket them
Used to rob base, that was easy rock
Cooked it up then hand the plate to a greedy block
Back when Ma$e was the face on your TV box
Harlem World Diplomats was the team to watch
This young MC really lived this
Had EPMD, strictly business
? was doing biz then
Kept Nikes on
And a fitted gripping the biscuits
But it's whatever when whatever
New York City get busy when we're together

[Hook]
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
New York City
This the way that we rock
Lets get back on our shit
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
Uh-La la la la la la la la la la
New York