Burnin'Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh noWent to New York to cut my first LPRidin' down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a little too swift, JoLet me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Here's four bucks, you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone' Cause New York's not my home If the, in the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag I'm seein' freaks and also fags I see a set of nice legs within my site But it's a *************' transvestite Walkin' in the daylight Now I'm trippin' and I'm like blown But I take another sip and say to each his own He'd get distant Detroit but I'll leave him alone' Cause New York's not my home Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin' Has got your girl jockin' Take a chill pill young man, close your flap' Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back With a track, uh, that's just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim BeamOnly nineteen and my name ain't WilburBut I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver I don't dress up or try to look pretty Instead I rock the house in every major city From the tip of Maine to the coast of CaliI get down and I yodel in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones' Cause New York's not my home After Eighth Ave in the forty deuce, it's like a freak show A lot of hookers try to pop that weak So I walk with a limp when I pimp through Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew It's pickin' up, ill check this fact These mother ******s pay over two fifty for a big mac Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm gone'Cause New York's not my home
Burnin'Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh no, oh no, here we go now Oh noWent to New York to cut my first LPRidin' down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a little too swift, JoLet me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Here's four bucks, you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone' Cause New York's not my home If the, in the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag I'm seein' freaks and also fags I see a set of nice legs within my site But it's a *************' transvestite Walkin' in the daylight Now I'm trippin' and I'm like blown But I take another sip and say to each his own He'd get distant Detroit but I'll leave him alone' Cause New York's not my home Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin' Has got your girl jockin' Take a chill pill young man, close your flap' Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back With a track, uh, that's just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim BeamOnly nineteen and my name ain't WilburBut I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver I don't dress up or try to look pretty Instead I rock the house in every major city From the tip of Maine to the coast of CaliI get down and I yodel in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones' Cause New York's not my home After Eighth Ave in the forty deuce, it's like a freak show A lot of hookers try to pop that weak So I walk with a limp when I pimp through Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew It's pickin' up, ill check this fact These mother ******s pay over two fifty for a big mac Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm gone'Cause New York's not my home
