Fabolous – So NY Lyrics

"Fabolous – So NY" 

"Fabolous – So NY Lyrics"

[Intro]:

Best things come to those who wait

It’s time to go get it

[Hook]

I said I’m so New York, Weezy probably don’t like me (x3)

La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa

For my city, emphasis on my city

You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy

You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty

Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?

I’m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation

Hope ya’ll enjoyed your summer vacation

I been on that medicine, all y’all sick patients

Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan

I’m coming for the belt and I stay H’ing

Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken

Pause- in case they take it the wrong way

And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way

Still spitting, I’m the city’s saliva

Want the keys to it like the designated driver

Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time

Ain’t gotta give me credit, I take cash

(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash

Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies

These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies

But this ain’t about old school, new school

Cause my old school look better than your new school

And I drive my new school like my old school

Just to wave at the teachers from my old school

In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools

The girl used to brain me, you love my old school

Stop playing, you boys grew up on me

I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it

I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue

But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues

Been doing this a while, probably had your boo

She probably came back had a little attitude

Gun charge, oh yea I had like two

My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew

I done had a few, never use, had them new

So I’m Pac, in a white suit, I Ain’t Mad At You

No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre

No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay

And I’m still here, I’m still here!

I’m so New York that I’m still her

[Hook]