[Intro: MC Lyte]
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
(Oh yeah. Uh huh)
[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Get out the way
I'm on the FDR, flyin'
GPS lyin, headlights blindin'
Comin' through your hood with a smack em' up assignment
Cold brick rich, just f*ckin' up your climate
Still lookin' for that star, nigga I'm it
Out of this universe, like a comet
So sick with the spit, call that shit vomit
Lost your love for Hip-Hop
Well, I'm a make you find it
It's the return, Of the BK bomber
I'm a burn, through your city like fire
But first Cozy Burger
I know you heard of the spot
That get you high, after the club is?
Brooklyn to Far Rock is screamin' "murda murda"
Get em' so hot, now niggas rip your shirts up
I know you all sayin', "Damn, what the nerve of Lyte."
Yeah that's me
[Chorus x2: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
I gotta pretty, witty, city chicky, really gettin' busy
When she visit a party
She sippin' Remy and Henny til' she get dizzy
Work tomorrow is lookin' iffy
But tomorrow is Friday, so what a pity.
Her jeans don't fit
But she don't throw a hissy
It's a formality of her anatomy of being thicky
She listen to everything from Biggie, to 50, to Tricky
And Was it me or she been kickin' it with niggas on 50
Ith and 8th Ave, that's Polo's old hood
She oh so good with her Manolo look
Look at the ground, she got Manolo feet
So fly, when she talk, she got Manolo teeth
I so wanna beat, but I got cold feet
She told me to go to Soho and get a pair of Toesies
[Chorus x4: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)
Charles Hamilton - New York City Girl Lyrics
Charles Hamilton - New York City Girl Lyrics
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[Intro: MC Lyte]
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
(Oh yeah. Uh huh)
[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Get out the way
I'm on the FDR, flyin'
GPS lyin, headlights blindin'
Comin' through your hood with a smack em' up assignment
Cold brick rich, just f*ckin' up your climate
Still lookin' for that star, nigga I'm it
Out of this universe, like a comet
So sick with the spit, call that shit vomit
Lost your love for Hip-Hop
Well, I'm a make you find it
It's the return, Of the BK bomber
I'm a burn, through your city like fire
But first Cozy Burger
I know you heard of the spot
That get you high, after the club is?
Brooklyn to Far Rock is screamin' "murda murda"
Get em' so hot, now niggas rip your shirts up
I know you all sayin', "Damn, what the nerve of Lyte."
Yeah that's me
[Chorus x2: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
I gotta pretty, witty, city chicky, really gettin' busy
When she visit a party
She sippin' Remy and Henny til' she get dizzy
Work tomorrow is lookin' iffy
But tomorrow is Friday, so what a pity.
Her jeans don't fit
But she don't throw a hissy
It's a formality of her anatomy of being thicky
She listen to everything from Biggie, to 50, to Tricky
And Was it me or she been kickin' it with niggas on 50
Ith and 8th Ave, that's Polo's old hood
She oh so good with her Manolo look
Look at the ground, she got Manolo feet
So fly, when she talk, she got Manolo teeth
I so wanna beat, but I got cold feet
She told me to go to Soho and get a pair of Toesies
[Chorus x4: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
(Oh yeah. Uh huh)
[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Get out the way
I'm on the FDR, flyin'
GPS lyin, headlights blindin'
Comin' through your hood with a smack em' up assignment
Cold brick rich, just f*ckin' up your climate
Still lookin' for that star, nigga I'm it
Out of this universe, like a comet
So sick with the spit, call that shit vomit
Lost your love for Hip-Hop
Well, I'm a make you find it
It's the return, Of the BK bomber
I'm a burn, through your city like fire
But first Cozy Burger
I know you heard of the spot
That get you high, after the club is?
Brooklyn to Far Rock is screamin' "murda murda"
Get em' so hot, now niggas rip your shirts up
I know you all sayin', "Damn, what the nerve of Lyte."
Yeah that's me
[Chorus x2: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)
[Verse 2: Charles Hamilton]
I gotta pretty, witty, city chicky, really gettin' busy
When she visit a party
She sippin' Remy and Henny til' she get dizzy
Work tomorrow is lookin' iffy
But tomorrow is Friday, so what a pity.
Her jeans don't fit
But she don't throw a hissy
It's a formality of her anatomy of being thicky
She listen to everything from Biggie, to 50, to Tricky
And Was it me or she been kickin' it with niggas on 50
Ith and 8th Ave, that's Polo's old hood
She oh so good with her Manolo look
Look at the ground, she got Manolo feet
So fly, when she talk, she got Manolo teeth
I so wanna beat, but I got cold feet
She told me to go to Soho and get a pair of Toesies
[Chorus x4: MC Lyte]
I'm a brooklyn girl
International Swagger
Don't treat me like an out-of-towner
Just say
(Hello baby)
I'm a
(New York City girl)