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Papoose - New York State Of Mind Lyrics

I’m in a New York state of mind, mind, mind!
Turn down for what, turn that shit down cause I said so
Let a real lyricist spit, straight off the head though
Dead men tell no tales, only the dead know
Man I'm going hard, like Black Rob when he said, “oh!”
Resurrection the pot when he was swimming “dead role”
Mad facing phases, sticky fingers of Fredro
Ya mind wrapped up and swine just like a egg roll
So I gotta finish ya duck head Nintendo.
Music composer, the exclusive culture
Up chew in the comma just like you should have supposed to
You’re promoting stupidity, you’re a stupid promoter
How can it do that some locals walk in the shoes of a soldier
Was maneuvering slower, now my improvement is bolder
The way, get out of my way, so now I’m moving the mover.
I’m the truest controller, gaze through is the plumber
You steady movers and vultures, we come from two different cultures.

Hook:
Talk .. and counting stars is New York
We’re the Mecca of hustlers, let them all talk
My state of mind is New York, yeah
Is New York, yeah, is New York!
Oh yeah, we’re doing what we’re doing,
Yeah, we’re getting that money
Always keeping moving, and you’re hating or you love me
In a different state of mind, yeah
It’s New York, it’s New York!

Respect legends like ... is that solemn
Strapped, I’m a double goose, black bummer.
.. black Swayze, two gas raised
I’m net waved, I’m more hoes that back page.
I’m back stage in beast mode with street no
Niggas that run this, young rich will speak old.
You’re a Gino, double up every peso
The BA, P low, dressed up to my peacock.
In BK, they probably get a nigga zone
Right my way to connect is who can get the...
I’m make ‘em up in the day,
Had more different roles
Thinking every... leave out and you switch your clothe.
Bad typhoon, I make the hoes drew
Low in the old school, come through and you can’t move.
Yeah, it’s a cold world in cold jewels
Free Remy, home griller will be home soon.

Hook:
Talk .. and counting stars is New York
We’re the Mecca of hustlers, let them all talk
My state of mind is New York, yeah
Is New York, yeah, is New York!
Oh yeah, we’re doing what we’re doing,
Yeah, we’re getting that money
Always keeping moving, and you’re hating or you love me
In a different state of mind, yeah
It’s New York, it’s New York!

New York state of mind, strap hangers,
Niggar, buckers and Yankee signs.
Pot holes pot until these pockets pop for paying fines
Nigga asked you what size was your jacket, you don’t say the size
You tell him it’s your size, nigga, he tried to play you slime.
On that apprehended called defenders who get away with crimes
... Jim Campbell will make designs
Giving food for thought to the death, dumb, and our blatant blind
The aphrodisiac for a savage, you ate a plate of swine.
The... took money from .. schools to save a dime
What is the infrastructure and pain frame of a million minds
Had to turn the table fast forward to play the rhyme
.. homie, you ain’t the one!
Wind chest to leave in your face, swollen and break your spine
Your eyes puffy like the nigga who used to hang with Shannon
Decorated soldier with emo from 1989
Long army, bullets marine, riffles and navy nines.

Hook:
Talk .. and counting stars is New York
We’re the Mecca of hustlers, let them all talk
My state of mind is New York, yeah
Is New York, yeah, is New York!
Oh yeah, we’re doing what we’re doing,
Yeah, we’re getting that money
Always keeping moving, and you’re hating or you love me
In a different state of mind, yeah
It’s New York, it’s New York!
 

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