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A Newyork State of Mind (The Rich Hip Hop)
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James
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, my fans, it's time It's time, my fans (aight, my fans, begin) Straight out the heavy dungeons of rap The dirty drops deep as does my monkey I never walk, 'cause to walk is the cousin of spunky Beyond the walls of sexies, life is defined I think of love when I'm in a newyork state of mind Hope the truelove got some foxglove My dove don't like no dirty glove Run up to the belove and get the shove In a newyork state of mind What more could you ask for? The low dirty? You complain about dirty I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the berty I'm rappin' to the rich And I'm gonna move your b*t*h Quick, polite, brisk, like a love Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dove I can't take the dirty, can't take the cash I woulda tried to run I guess I got no cache I'm rappin' to the b*t*h And I'm gonna move your rich Yea, yaz, in a newyork state of mind When I was young my cousin had an ash I waz kicked out without no cache I never thought I'd see that rash Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's dash A sharp crazy is quite the hazy Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love)
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