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New York Video (MV)




Performed By: Rowdy Rebel
Featuring: Jadakiss, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
Length: 3:55
Written by: Chad Marshall, Shaun Thomas




Rowdy Rebel - New York Lyrics
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"New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block, you see me, my niggas
All of y'all know I be down there, this is Kiss"

Icy bust down on the wrist
I had to put her on my bucket list
I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
They always end up tryna spin blocks

Icy bust down on the wrist
I had to put her on my bucket list
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
Bitch, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck the dick
Like f*ck what you thought
Bitch, I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shawty sexy, but, I really want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, straight water, no tap
In this two-seater with the heat up to the max
Bumpin' old school Slick Rick with the patch
Shit get buck where I came from, I can never go back
'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore
Be on fifty for your dawg
If it's litty, go to war
You get jammed on that mission don't go tellin' what you saw
She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk

Icy bust down on the wrist (huh?)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès
You want me to throw this cash, better shake that ass
I'm a New York nigga, only bigger
Okay, I'm a young man now
F*ck how you feel
I can go back to the hood, yeah
'Cause I'm good there
Niggas say the realest shit, but be the fakest, yeah
Only if you understood, my nigga
Just know I love you even though I never say it, yeah

Brodie always got my back, with the big MAC, yeah
We ain't blood, it just look like we related, yeah
In my bag, watch your mouth
'Fore we watch your house, bitch
When it's murder on your mind, it's hard to think about shit
Still shakin' up the dice like I'm on my last
I'on't wanna talk about the past 'til we get him back, yeah
Get the money right, the Mike Amiri on my ass
Drive the Bentley right to Pigeon
Bought the first and last pair, yeah

Icy bust down on the wrist (icy bust down)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list) (yeah)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (a hunnid, nigga)
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) (fly)
They re-change us, pretenders (you know we fly, nigga)
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps (forever)
Always end up tryna spin blocks (haha)

Yeah, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (brrt)
I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
Life is too short, I don't do shorts (uh-uh)
I done sold everything, crack to Newports (woo)
'Bout that action, 'bout that goon talk (yeah)
Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk (ayy)
Wait for his heart to stop, don't zoom off (uh-uh)
Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two-door (yes)
I'm from the apple where you had to learn how to grapple
It's f*cked up 'cause now they'll clap you (yeah)
What you around is what you will adapt to (uh-huh)
We in the building, plus, we on the map too (yes)
We put it in baggies, now, they put it in capsules (woo)
The Mecca of Hip-Hop, this is the chapel (yeah)
You ain't f*ckin' with it, you a hater
Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (yeah)

Icy bust down on the wrist (what?)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks
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"New York, the real New York
I'm outside, I don't live in Miami, I don't live in Colorado
Come to my block, you see me, my niggas
All of y'all know I be down there, this is Kiss"

Icy bust down on the wrist
I had to put her on my bucket list
I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
They always end up tryna spin blocks

Icy bust down on the wrist
I had to put her on my bucket list
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
Bitch, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm quick to tell a bitch to suck the dick
Like f*ck what you thought
Bitch, I'm too sauce
She won't catch me cuddlin' in my Cullinan
Especially when I'm outside bubblin'
Yeah, shawty sexy, but, I really want her friend
Knowin' if I hit it once, I'm probably gon' hit again
No cap, look
AP, straight water, no tap
In this two-seater with the heat up to the max
Bumpin' old school Slick Rick with the patch
Shit get buck where I came from, I can never go back
'Cause they don't really make 'em like this anymore
Be on fifty for your dawg
If it's litty, go to war
You get jammed on that mission don't go tellin' what you saw
She can tell I'm from New York, just the way a nigga talk

Icy bust down on the wrist (huh?)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks

Hard-headed jacket, my belt Hermès
You want me to throw this cash, better shake that ass
I'm a New York nigga, only bigger
Okay, I'm a young man now
F*ck how you feel
I can go back to the hood, yeah
'Cause I'm good there
Niggas say the realest shit, but be the fakest, yeah
Only if you understood, my nigga
Just know I love you even though I never say it, yeah

Brodie always got my back, with the big MAC, yeah
We ain't blood, it just look like we related, yeah
In my bag, watch your mouth
'Fore we watch your house, bitch
When it's murder on your mind, it's hard to think about shit
Still shakin' up the dice like I'm on my last
I'on't wanna talk about the past 'til we get him back, yeah
Get the money right, the Mike Amiri on my ass
Drive the Bentley right to Pigeon
Bought the first and last pair, yeah

Icy bust down on the wrist (icy bust down)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list) (yeah)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (a hunnid, nigga)
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always) (fly)
They re-change us, pretenders (you know we fly, nigga)
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps (forever)
Always end up tryna spin blocks (haha)

Yeah, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips (brrt)
I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
Life is too short, I don't do shorts (uh-uh)
I done sold everything, crack to Newports (woo)
'Bout that action, 'bout that goon talk (yeah)
Drop the coke in the pot, watch it moonwalk (ayy)
Wait for his heart to stop, don't zoom off (uh-uh)
Grown man watch hoppin' out of the two-door (yes)
I'm from the apple where you had to learn how to grapple
It's f*cked up 'cause now they'll clap you (yeah)
What you around is what you will adapt to (uh-huh)
We in the building, plus, we on the map too (yes)
We put it in baggies, now, they put it in capsules (woo)
The Mecca of Hip-Hop, this is the chapel (yeah)
You ain't f*ckin' with it, you a hater
Rowdy Rebel, A Boogie, and Jada (yeah)

Icy bust down on the wrist (what?)
I had to put her on my bucket list (I had to put her on my bucket list)
Huh, I got a hunnid guns, a hunnid clips
My nigga, I'm from New York, f*ck what you thought
I'm always dressed up in designer shit (I'm always)
They re-change us, pretenders
My ex throwin' shots, she's just like my opps
Always end up tryna spin blocks
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Writer: Chad Marshall, Shaun Thomas
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