Burnin
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
Here's 4 bucks you drive like a moron
Lost in The Apple and I'm all alone

'Cause New Yorks Not My Home

In the village chillin' with a 40 in a brown bag
I'm seein' freaks, and also fags
I see a set of nice legs in my site
But its 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'de get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone

'Cause New Yorks 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, 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 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 yodel in the valley
Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones

'Cause New Yorks Not My Home

Ate ave in the 40 deuce, its like a freak show
A lot of hookers try to pop that week, 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, see ya I'm gone

'Cause New Yorks Not My Home

Writer : CROCE, JAMES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing