Songtexte:
The New York Room Baby Blue

jiggling baby Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying "slow down baby" [Chorus] [Verse 2 ? Young Buck] Baby

you wanna eat Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals But that song in New York, dawg your

way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calysses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York, crush villas

you're a minor threat I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the

your eyes slightly blue The Doc was born with a grenade palm I'm concurrent in your hood like a teenage mom Yo Biggie What? what? She havin' my baby

a Luther video, 'Never Too Much' The way she smile, her face look pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calluses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York

for every penny ima let em knw (Chorus2) (Bridge) On the cool she baby boo n ima let her wear my chain new gucci shoes new ventom blues new platinum diamond ring new

the undertaker Flipmode money maker, make that kill for this paper It's on the poppin' People wanna know when the album droppin' Start talkin' keep walkin' Flatbush New York

muthafuckin' house. Know what I'm sayin'? Come on. [DMX] Come on! [Verse 1: DMX] I don't walk that stop livin (bout like Bar?). Shuttin down underground streets of New York