CHARLES HAMILTON - New York City Girl lyrics

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New York City

You are now rocking with the best

(Oh yeah. Uh huh)

Get out the way

I'm on the FDR, flyin'

GPS lyin, headlights blindin'

Comin' through your hood with a smack em' up assignment

Cold brick rich, just fuckin' up your climate

Still lookin' for that star, nigga I'm it

Out of this universe, like a comet

So sick with the spit, call that shit vomit

Lost your love for Hip-Hop

Well, I'm a make you find it

It's the return, Of the BK bomber

I'm a burn, through your city like fire

But first Cozy Burger

I know you heard of the spot

That get you high, after the club is?

Brooklyn to Far Rock is screamin' "murda murda"

Get em' so hot, now niggas rip your shirts up

I know you all sayin', "Damn, what the nerve of Lyte."

Yeah that's me

I'm a brooklyn girl

International Swagger

Don't treat me like an out-of-towner

Just say

(Hello baby)

I'm a

(New York City girl)

I gotta pretty, witty, city chicky, really gettin' busy

When she visit a party

She sippin' Remy and Henny til' she get dizzy

Work tomorrow is lookin' iffy

But tomorrow is Friday, so what a pity.

Her jeans don't fit

But she don't throw a hissy

It's a formality of her anatomy of being thicky

She listen to everything from Biggie, to 50, to Tricky

And Was it me or she been kickin' it with niggas on 50

Ith and 8th Ave, that's Polo's old hood

She oh so good with her Manolo look

Look at the ground, she got Manolo feet

So fly, when she talk, she got Manolo teeth

I so wanna beat, but I got cold feet

She told me to go to Soho and get a pair of Toesies

I'm a brooklyn girl

International Swagger

Don't treat me like an out-of-towner

Just say

(Hello baby)

I'm a

(New York City girl)