Lyrics

[Intro: Kool Keith] New York City Late night creep [Chorus: Kool Keith] New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) [Verse: Kool Keith] My verbal's fast, some slow, turtles Jose, Frito-Lay the track Like a shot of Quervo, most competition worried about the turmoil Most guys cats with a mouthful of furballs No contract clause A million rappers watchin' my white drawers Never seven, but a lot of dwarves, we panic and corp on Atlantic Ocean and shorts A hundred degree heat scortch My side orders mean nothin' like cole slaw Notice the ointments, they absorb, the ducks duck me and swim offshore My urine in they paws See, all my powers restored Top female rappers goin' to menopause Tank top in the tan Porsche, my beard just grew like Rick Ross The hard write with slick gloves Your lady sittin' waitin' for me in the tub The Tellytubbers who play rugby They say I'm in soccer like Ronaldo, the Ricky Ricardo Or the turkey burgers from Jimbo's, sittin' up with my Michael Jackson afro For the worst beat pickers and hair transplanters, y'all forgot the I O U dancers [Chorus: Kool Keith] New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) [Verse 2: Psycho Les] Ayo, 95 South, to Flo Rida, the gorilla Bringin' the drama, like a novella (Woo) Run up in your trap house with the MAC out Steppin' on your tatted face 'til you tap out (Alright, already) These new cats look sketchy (Sketchy) Them skinny pants look stretchy Hip-Hop, we set it off in Brooklyn Every Thursday, Bushwick is cookin' (Uh) Nowadays, I get paid, full of bookin' Back in the days you would've got your sheep skin tooken So you! better watch your step and keep lookin' Behind your back before you get caught by the hookin' Sucker punch you while you yappin' on the tele -Phone, hit your dome so hard, watch it swell up If you don't got shit to say, shut the hell up (Shut up) And pass the microphone this way, to the fella (Who's that?) They call Psycho Leazy, before I eat you up I throw you in the micro', wheezy Until you start boilin' Your rusty ass knee oilin' (Oilin') [Chorus: Kool Keith] New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South) New York City max town, left the lie in ground (95 South)