Og's Delightz - That New York thinign Mn.v Lyrics

Dir-ect- f-r-o-m t-h-i-s
Big apple sha na na
Full of pink putang tang
Dir-ect- f-r-o-m
Native every d-a-y
Full-time
In my New York way
In my New York way
With that-da- New Yorker
Sla-ng, swa-gg and sw-a-y
I'm Your-aah
Native New Yorker
Number 11, the rebirth
Of our Empress Amurakhn
In my New York w-a-y
Folks is claiming, yous the man and
Back with the banging
That New York Thingin
Hands in the air
While them clubs is swinging
Right here
Of that, New York Blinging
It's a celebration
Putting NYC on the map
Yah, know how we do
How we do ohh
That bang bang shit
That ain't no New York tunes
Franks Sanitaria, Alicia Keys
Jz, Odyssey, Ja Rule
True reminders, all headliners
Of some New York tunes
That rah-rah shit
It ain't, from New York dude
We got action
If you're asking for it fool
Get it
This city here
Is known to hold extra credit
And w-ee-zz the forgiven
Un- ooh- un forbidden
Foundations rules
Of hip hop embedded
Apollo, Harlem, Bronx
Brook- sc-ho-ols
Long, Staten Island
Breaking n- e-w-s
The biggest metropolis
Pumping beats
C-r-u-s-e
Rest of the world follows
Here's, where it's popping
Pit bulls, glittered out
Neck flipping backspin, bopping
Their heads, like, Les Twin's
S-h-o-e-s
Rats, surely wasn't cat or bats
Breaking down
Some leftover food
Pizza pies
In back of yah shop's
Bin pop, man
On the ground to shreds
Naked zombies
Know every word
In your record
Screaming, check it
For survival tactics
Nah, they can't neglect it
Not from their perspective
Not when we're st-i-l-l
Trying to resurrect it
Bring us back to our senses
Bring us, back to the cu-as-e
We perfected
Og's Delightz, musical residents
Folks is claiming, yous the man and
Back with the banging
That, New York Thingin
Hands in the air
While them clubs is swinging
Right here
Off of that, New York Blinging
Swinging, bringing, bringing
That, New York Blinging
Blinging, blinging, swinging
That New York Thingin
From here to L.A.
Atlanta, Las v then V.A.
Then back to us
And our beat break-screams
Of The Statue of Liberty's
Harlem Q-u-e-e-n
Of the Bronx. BX
Staten Island, BK
Staten Island
L-o-n-g Island, BK
Swin-ging, blin-ging, brin-ging
That New York Thingin
Swinging, bringing, bringing
That New York Blinging
Blinging, blinging, swinging
That New York Thingin
Hotcakes
They yelling up the block
You reppin ever crew
Who really knew
We never cared about no age
For us, it's all new
That's that NYC shit
That true
Red white & blue hits
Traveling through our veins
That Daisy Duke in their the bo-o-t-s
That After hour trip
Where you'll never see the moon
Hotcakes, Waffles
French toast, in the late afternoon
For now, let's pop some balloons
It's a celebration
Big-Apple situation
Shooting across formal nations
That lit county bac-o-n, haah
Swinging, bringing, bringing
That New York Blinging
Blinging, blinging, swinging
That New York Thingin
Folks is claiming, yous the man and
Back with the banging
That, New York Thingin
Hands in the air
While them clubs is swinging
Right here
Off of that, New York Blinging
Folks is claiming, yous the man and
Back with the banging
That New York Thingin
Hands in the air
While them clubs is swinging
Right here
Off of that New York Blinging
Yah, kn-ow how we do
How we do- ohh
Swinging, bringing, blinging
Bringing. blinging, swinging
Swinging, bringing, bringing
That New York Thingin
A That New York. Thingin
Bringing. blinging, swinging
That New York Thingin
From her to L.A.
Atlanta, Las V
Dir-ect- f-r-o-m
Then back to us
Big apple sha na na
Full of pink putang tang
From here to, L.A.
Atlanta, Las
Dir-ect- f-r-o-m- t-h-i-s
Number eleven, the rebirth