New York's Not My Home





Burnin

Oh no, oh no, here we go now

Oh no, oh no, here we go now

Oh no, oh no, here we go now

Oh no...

Went to 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, Im gonna walk from here on

Heres 4 bucks you drive like a moron

Lost in The Apple and Im all alone

Cause New Yorks Not My Home

In the village just illin with a 40 in a brown bag

Im seein freaks, and also fags

I see a set of nice legs within my site

But its a fuckin transvestite

Walkin in the daylight

Now Im trippin and I'm like blown

But I take another sip and say to each his own

He'de get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone

Cause New Yorks Not My Home

Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin

Has got your girl jockin

Take a chill pill young man, close your flap

Cause like the Piston Joe, Im goin back to back

With a track, uh, thats just too clean

I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam

Only 19, and my name aint Wilbur

But I pull more hoes then Long Dong Silver

I dont dress up, or try to look pretty

Instead I rock the house in every major city

From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali'

I get down and I yodel in the valley

Cant say I'm from the Bronx or Brookyn zones

Cause New Yorks Not My Home

At the 8th ave in the 40 deuce, its like a freak show

A lot of hookers try to pop that week, so

I walk with a limp when I pimp through

Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew

Its pickin up, ill check this fact

These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac

Conjested, overcrowded, cya Im gone

Cause New Yorks Not My Home