Kid Rock New York's Not My Home

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[Verse 1]

Burning

Oh no, oh no, here we go now[X3]

Oh no[?]

Went to New York to cut my first LP

Riding down Broadway in a taxi

Hang a right at 25th

Just a little too swift, jo

Let me out, I’m gonna walk from here on

Heres four bucks you drive like a moron

Lost in the apple and I’m all alone

[Chorus]

Cause New York’s Not My Home

[Verse 2]

In the village just illing with a forty in a brown bag

I’m seeing freaks, and also fags

I see a set of nice legs within in my site

But it’s a fucking transvestite

Walking in the daylight

Now I’m tripping and I’m like blown

But I take another sip and say to each his own

He’d get dissed in Detroit, but I’ll leave him alone

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Now if your sounds are knocking to the cool Kid Rocking

Has got your girl jocking

Take a chill pill young man, close your flap

Cause like the Piston Joe, I’m going back to back

With a track, uh, that’s just too clean

I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam

Only 19, and my name ain’t Wilbur

But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver

I don’t 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 yodle in the valley

Can’t say I’m from the Bronx or Brook-land zones

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

Eight ave in the 40 deuce, it’s like a freak show

A lot of hookers try to pop that weak, so

I walk with a limp when I pimp through

Or co-mack those hoes if I’m illing with the Beast Crew

It’s picking up, ill check this fact

These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac

Con-jested, overcrowded, cya I’m gone

[Chorus]