New York City - The Lox, Don Mega

Can you say New York City?

Can you say L-O-L-O-L-O-X?

U-Neek!

L-O-L-O-L-O-X (can you say New York City?)

On the beat

L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X

'Caine slangin', chain hangin', gang bangin'

Twenty some-odd years, nigga, your name rangin'

Just look at the ratio, all the lames winnin'

Still gettin' felatio from the same women

That real underground shit that they ain’t spinnin'

If he wasn’t born with it, did you see it in 'em?

Looks somethin' like food but it ain’t dinner

It’ll get you light-headed like paint thinner

Only time she wit’chu is when I ain’t in her

You a crooked loser, I’m a straight winner

Real sour, straight piffin, perk thirties

You could clean the money up but the work’s dirty

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

The moneys yours to get

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

The moneys yours to get

Lil' young nigga, gold chain, thinkin' he fly

Passenger seat, fats had the G-T-I

I’m trying to catch the last movie at Bay Plaza

Burner on my waist, dime bags in the Dutch Master

Alhamdulillah, the grace of God we got home good

It’s real, straight bullets pop off in the hood

Mr. Magic on, Sergio jacket

Yeah, we wore shiny suits but that put us in a new tax bracket

Now I’m looking through my Gucci glasses

Throwin' dollar bills at strippers with injected asses

Buncha shooters with us, chain hangin' down to the ground

The streets really know who holdin' the crown

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

The moneys yours to get

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

The moneys yours to get

Cocaine dealers outta play, it’s a biggie

Always pissy, Carhartts and Dickies

Army fatigues suits gangstas with no pitty

You say it’s on site, you better carry the blickey

Say you wanna smoke, you better light up the sticky

I keep the sour, Kiss keep the piffy

Louch bring the liquor, we rep for the whole city (L-O-X)

The women and lights and the cars are so pretty

Singin' Hov and Keys, Frank Sinatra

Disappearin' with your bitch in a Porsche Boxster

Read my lips, you gon' be the next Jim Hoffer

Actin' like a bitch and this hammer is the Oscar

Nigga

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

(Can you say New York city?)

The moneys yours to get

Big, big champagne and Moet

You gon' party 'til you sweat

(Can you say New York city?)

The moneys yours to get

Can you say-can you say-can you say New York City?

Can you say L-O-L-O-L-O-X?

U-Neek!

L-O-L-O-L-O-X

On the beat

L-O-L-O-X

L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X

L-O

L-O

L-O-X