Papoose

Papoose - New York State Of Mind lyrics

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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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