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