me rest for a long time I want all that to become plain The slanting rain has washed away the only road In the sky there was a drain In New York there
in Constantinople Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople So if you've got a date in Constantinople She'll be waiting in Istanbul Even old New York Was once New
a stay fo'? I gotta make moves bitch, stack some G's From the whole stroll to my fax machine I got money comin' in from everywhere From New York to
watch the common stretchers lead to comas Sold out shows and Louie shoulders, way I rap I need a bonus Who can hold us? the OG rollers New York city's
all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed
on the Wabash Cannonball Our eastern states're dandy, so all the people say From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way From the hills of Minnesota
step up Through this when I do this I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy Houston, Tex, out of New York City
hills are gone This heat is killin' me It's my last summer in New York My last summer in New York It's my last summer in New York We were shoutin
the Wabash Cannonball" Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way From the hills of Minnesota
lonesome hoboes call Riding through the jungles on the wabash cannonball. Whew-ew! Now eastern states are dandy, so the western people say, From new york
who I am (This is who I am) This is what I be (This is what I be) People runnin' 'round (People runnin' 'round) Tryna change me (Tryna change me) Oh
men all started telling jokes And the women they got frisky At five o'clock in the evening Every bastard there was piskey Fare thee well Farewell to New York
' to say) Blood, sweat, tears (Mop family) These three words (We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone) Blood, sweat, tears (We comin' all the way from New York
Brooklyn Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out to all East New York, you don't stop Clinton Hill, you won'
jungles On the Wabash Cannonball The eastern states are dandies So the western people say From New York to St. Louis And Chicago by the way Through the hills
're goin' too, where they're comin' from? He'd say that one's from Memphis, bound for Moline An old '97, she's from New Orleans From New York to Denver
on the Wabash Cannonball Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way From the hills of Minnesota
me now 'Cos I'm moiving on New York City to Mexico I went to New Orleans to Boise, Idaho On the shores of Gitchee Gumee In The Hidden Hills I went
