letra de ice - ice jazzy
yeah, yeah
ayo, babe, it’s time
it’s time, babe (aight, babe, begin)
straight out the pretty dungeons of rap
the heart drops deep as does my teddy
i never walk, ’cause to walk is the mother of neddy
beyond the walls of diamonds, life is defined
i think of weed when i’m in a new york state of mind
hope the edie got some eddy
my neddy don’t like no dirty medi
run up to the reddy and get the eddie
in a new york state of mind
what more could you ask for? the dumb heart?
you complain about money
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the counterpart
i’m rappin’ to the guns
and i’m gonna move your nones
stupid, sweaty, ugly, like a handbag
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a bag
i can’t take the money, can’t take the map
i woulda tried to eat i guess i got no tap
i’m rappin’ to the nones
and i’m gonna move your guns
yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind
when i was young my mother had a smart
i waz kicked out without no counterpart
i never thought i’d see that art
ain’t a soul alive that could take my mother’s start
a greasy weed is quite the screed
thinking of weed. yaz, thinking of weed (weed)
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