N.Y.C. (Album Version|Explicit)
Kevin Rudolf"N.Y.C. (Album Version|Explicit)" is a song by Kevin Rudolf, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:29 long and contains 67 lines and 468 words.
Lyrics
0:00In the city of dreams
0:02You get caught up in the schemes
0:04And fall apart in the seam
0:06Tonight
0:09That boy he used to bomb
0:11From b k to the bronx
0:13And it's the fortunate one who dies
0:16New york we ready
0:17He move from las to soho （hooo）
0:20A few blocks for those who don't know （ohh）
0:22Down the hall punched a hole in the wall
0:24Bounced out all are in control
0:27Certified son of a gun
0:29Learns life lesson 101
0:32Don't fly too high on your own supply
0:33Get burnt by the sun
0:36Coz in the city of dreams
0:38You get caught up in the schemes
0:40And fall apart in the seam
0:42Tonight
0:45That boy he is the bomb
0:47From b k to the bronx
0:49And it's the fortunate one who dies
0:54He was ny's talk of the town
0:57Heard out to the li sound （okay）
0:59He started datin models and he figured it out
1:01He used to be a nice guy then he cut that sh t out
1:03Qualified sex machine
1:05No better than a vowed fiend
1:08She wanted a ride to the upper east side
1:10But he dropped her a** off in queens
1:12Coz in the city of dreams
1:13You get caught up in the schemes
1:17And fall apart in the seam
1:19Tonight
1:21That boy would play his guitar
1:23Like he was ready for war （you ready k ）
1:26And then he'd lift up his voice to the （it's your man nas here）
1:30Sky （take it straight through new york city）
1:32Yo ok my city my town my crown
1:33Michael bloomberg forget what you heard
1:35I'm thought of highly shoppin louie gianni
1:36Christian lacrosse shades what can a boss say
1:40City bus the subway cab the runway
1:42Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age
1:45The illest city on the planet
1:46Towers came down wall street barely standin
1:49We crook brothers opposite of brook brothers
1:51My footsteps of scatman crothers
1:52It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me
1:57Interviews on how i flip sixty-twos
1:58This isn't my style i spit what i'm livin right now
2:00I'm out on the town gold bars shuttin it down
2:03Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling
2:04Then it's a loud fool fifty-third street right near the hilton
2:06I'm fightin the feeling i had when i was lightin up buildings
2:08Now i'm writin for millions of listeners
2:10Critics who just don't get it
2:13They try dissin us new york full of kings and queens
2:14All the rest just mimic us
2:16Coz in the city of dreams
2:18You get caught up in the schemes
2:19And fall apart in the seam
2:21Tonight
2:24That boy would play his guitar
2:27Like he was ready for war
2:29And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky
In the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy he used to bomb From b k to the bronx And it's the fortunate one who dies New york we ready He move from las to soho （hooo） A few blocks for those who don't know （ohh） Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out all are in control Certified son of a gun Learns life lesson 101 Don't fly too high on your own supply Get burnt by the sun Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy he is the bomb From b k to the bronx And it's the fortunate one who dies He was ny's talk of the town Heard out to the li sound （okay） He started datin models and he figured it out He used to be a nice guy then he cut that sh t out Qualified sex machine No better than a vowed fiend She wanted a ride to the upper east side But he dropped her a** off in queens Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy would play his guitar Like he was ready for war （you ready k ） And then he'd lift up his voice to the （it's your man nas here） Sky （take it straight through new york city） Yo ok my city my town my crown Michael bloomberg forget what you heard I'm thought of highly shoppin louie gianni Christian lacrosse shades what can a boss say City bus the subway cab the runway Ski masks and gunplay my past at a young age The illest city on the planet Towers came down wall street barely standin We crook brothers opposite of brook brothers My footsteps of scatman crothers It's just generations of style to get five luminous minutes with me Interviews on how i flip sixty-twos This isn't my style i spit what i'm livin right now I'm out on the town gold bars shuttin it down Bottles stacked from the floor to the ceiling Then it's a loud fool fifty-third street right near the hilton I'm fightin the feeling i had when i was lightin up buildings Now i'm writin for millions of listeners Critics who just don't get it They try dissin us new york full of kings and queens All the rest just mimic us Coz in the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam Tonight That boy would play his guitar Like he was ready for war And then he'd lift up his voice to the sky
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