love with new york city) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord) (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord) (I'm so in love with new york city
Übersetzung: Young Buck. New York City.
new york city) Never met Big L or Big Pun We only got big dreams where a nigga come from Even with the beef shit still look what I done (I'm so in love with new york city
and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 1: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck
it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells, New york city
bootlegs Shine like its a Sunday back in eighty six Uptown takin' flicks [Tony Yayo:] GGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 7: Tony Yayo] Its the Talk Of New York
: (feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Game & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] In my hood when you young You tuck and handle your biz nigga Coming from where I'm from
we put it down in New York That's how we get down [Chorus] Better watch how you talk Better watch where you walk On the streets of New York That's how
right, right, right, right, right thurr? {CAN'T FORGET... 3-H! } [Buck:] Young Buck in this bitch right, right, right, right, right hurr? {HAHA! } [shot] [Young Buck
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
the dawning of her full day he usually would come Galloping upon his winged horse Leaving trails of stars across the planet the night scene of New York
your moms on the phone, it's the jam I got jet ski's that ride over land Since a young buck had fire in my hands When I was bumping "Roxanne, Roxanne"
again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City
my beema, but I ain't seen her When I catch the bitch, I'ma gangsta lean her We be playin' in them videos, with them pretty hoes Cashville Tennekey bitches and New York City
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby. Heavy hitters, New York City
gets low in the street yo Tough times nickels thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor Ruff neck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York
