New York's Not My Home

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 no... Went to New York to cut my first LP Ridin down Broadway in a taxi Hang a right at 25th Just a little too swift, jo' Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home 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 in my site But it's a fuckin 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 dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone Cause New York's Not My Home 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, thats just too clean I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam Only 19, and my name ain't Wilbur But 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 Cali I get down and I yodle in the valley Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones Cause New Yorks Not My Home Eigth ave in the 40 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 Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac Conjested, overcrowded, cya I'm gone Cause New York's Not My Home