Ny Night by Papoose
I'm a new yorker down town Brooklyn worker
Payphone talker it only cost me a quarter
I'm thirsty new york summer hot as a sauna
Put my mouth to the fire hydrant and drink some water
We try to stop a yellow cab but he ignored us
He just splash mud in my face 'cause of my aura
No camera phones it was just cam corders
But we made movies sprayed ozzies transformer
Intellect speaker fresh snikers dear dorers
When we put the work in the pot it dance on us
I used to re up up town transporter
Hood swag, book bag, jams porter
Five o' clock news somebody got out of order
People waving over the shoulders of news reporters
Hi mom, hip hop we cypher of the corner
I spit till I was tired, alphabetical slaughter
[Hook:]
Still it's the dark side of divine
Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind
You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme
Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind
But still yeah, it's the dark side of divine
Years go past I'm getting nicer with mind
You don't respect what the dog write in his rhyme
Don't expect to be seen by the side of the blind
Girls toes hanging out of their sandals
I rush home so I can watch Ralph McDaniels
Back then the gun charge was only a year
Walkman, my headphones over my ears
It takes 2 I used to listen to raw beats
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