New York's Not My Home
(专辑: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - 1990)
Burning 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 Riding 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 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 In the
village just illing with a
forty in a
brown bag I'm seeing freaks, and also fags I
see a
set of nice legs within in my site But it's a
fucking transvestite Walking in the
daylight Now I'm tripping 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 knocking to the
cool Kid Rocking Has got your girl jocking Take a
chill pill young man, close your flap 'Cause like the
Piston Joe, I'm going back to back With a
track, uh, that's 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 than 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 Brook-land zones 'Cause New York's not my home Eight 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 illing with the
Beast Crew It's picking up, I'll check this fact These motherfuckers pay over 2.50 for a
Big Mac Con-jested, overcrowded, cya I'm gone 'Cause New York's not my home