Hello, New York.
Hello, New
York.
I'm smoking in the club.
I'm healing in the club.
Ho, baby.
I'm the one you want.
I've printed sweets in the baquero.
In the backstage with the whiskey and the
tennis player.
I tear off their skin and make a leather jacket.
We're in New York, bitch, get a new job.
Selma and I are queens.
You don't leave the
block.
The Jams are coming soon.
You don't leave Broke.
We're Laro with Brooklyn.
We're on lock, bitch.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York City.
Hello, New York City.
Hello, New York City.
We're on Staten
Island without being a Wu-Tang Clan.
We're stepping on New York without leaving the block.
I'm the blueprint.
Call me Roxanne,
motherfucker.
If the pocket is thin, I'm making fat.
Big money.
I don't step on the house, I'm making money.
Mom loves to rap.
I prefer to die poor than to be a big sucker.
In the shopping center, bottles are popping.
The studio and the glockenspiel,
on top of that,
like a topping.
These uglies are not bad.
Their phrases are bad.
My friends are bad.
My ideas are $ hot.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York.
Hello,
New York.
Oh, yeah.
Hello, New York.
Hello, New York City.
Hello, New York City.
Oh, you already know who New York is.