Nyc (feat. Fat Joe) - Jim Jones

Ruben exclusive, yeah Big Boys anthym! 718, 205 come on What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy, What is sexy? Baby I saw you through my rearview And you know I'm a big man They say to know me is to love me And you love me for who I am So I ma win some, I ma lose But the point is to chose That one that keeps my happy And my point of chosing you Is the fact that you are so sexy, yeah What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy, What is sexy? I've been thinking, girl, about you girl If this world was mine, then its yours girl But the cribs and the cars and jewels I ma keep so I can floss with my boys on the weekends And, I'm not scared of commitment But the big man, handles his business And my business is you and me, 'coz you are so sexy What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy, What is sexy? Baby I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Baby I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Baby I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Baby I would do anything, girl Ain't nothing I will do for your love Yo, When it comes to chicks, I'm sick wit it Late night quick in it Or late when the daylights still in it Yah when I rock, bounce with it ma Love it when that pretty brown brown get on top Won't go, but I kiss around it And I pound that, whoo! Like the place was surrounded Listen to me, its the Big Boys anthym And I speak like this 'coz you know That this Big Boy's handsome It's the high yelling bad boy You say Cris gotta thing for the fast toys I ain't lyin' or flyin' with ease G-4 knockin' Alicia Keys We both, mami this is cheese What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy What is sexy? Love's in the eye of the beholder Sex me, Baby we can get closer, freaky Up in the crib, Come on over, sex me Your so sexy, What is sexy? Do you hear me come on? Do you hear me come on? Do you hear me come on? Da da da for the big boys This is for the big boys (Big Boys, Big Boys) This if for the Big Boys (The big sistas too, know what I mean?) This is for all of us, we in style again

Whattup JuJu? Uhh, whattup Beatnuts? All them Dominicans in Corona Bobbito Stretch, my nigga Funk Flex This is the dedication Yeah, Punisher Big Dog in the house Full Eclipse crew Rated R, my nigga Domingo East New York representin, check it Before I start, you know I got ta Pay homage and respect to Afrika Bambaata Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends Violator Records, now featuring The Twinz Diamond D, for believing in me Showbiz & A.G., the whole D.I.T.C. My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back Whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track Aiyyo Guru, you know I love you to death Peace to Redman, Apache, Vinnie and Treach Nevertheless, on the other side of town There's my brother Lord Finesse gettin down for his crown DJ Sirs, killin shit, word to God Peace to Funkmaster Flex and the whole Flip Squad Nice and Smooth, hey yo you know the situation In case you haven't heard this jam is called the dedication Yo it's the dedication To all my niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love. Hey yo fuck all the rest, I'm givin love to Wu-Tang My nigga Chef and Big Meth, keep doin your thang Tony Starks, Ason, and the rest of the crew All my niggaz from Shaolin, you know how we do James Todd Smith, for inspirin me And all the funny-ass promoters who be hirin me Knowledge Reigns Supreme, yo you know you're the best Make sure you get that message that I left with West Anyhows, on the other side of things Big Nas, L.E.S., and Mobb Deep from Queens Puff Daddy, get the millions kid Nuff props and respect to Notorious B.I.G. DJ Clue, you know I can't forget you Doo Wop, S&S, oh yeah and Ron G too Craig G, forever tryin to live like me And of course the one and only DJ Kid Capri Yo it's the dedication To all my niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love From the heart dedication The dedication To all my niggaz one love. Yeah, this joint right here, is dedicated To all the real niggaz in hip-hop, uhh What up Puba? Whattup my nigga Kool Micski? I ain't forget ya, L.A. love Sadat X, Das EFX Everybody else, representin the real in hip-hop Word to mother Little Heck, the whole TS crew Big Power, Gizmo And we out.

Yeah, this joint right here is goin' out to everybody gettin' money I mean the real cream All up and down the East and West coast Check it Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash Three's for all the 40 brews goin' to cruise the bowel Four's for the drugs, sex and power I be the top dolla' scala, rockin' gold collars While you tryin' to sip the juice, I'm takin' swallows Step into my zone and get blown, my ways are internationally known Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity Why you messin' with this nigga from Trinity? For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines Knahmean? There's no room for snitches and loud bitches But it's always room for riches and deep ditches That's how it be in this everlasting game Declaring war on cocks, and leavin' chumps slain So maintain, and put the frontin' to a rest Or today'll be the grand openin' of your chest Success, triple beam, knahmean? Dolla' dolla' bill Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive If you don't organize your words right in your sentence Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? Things are done different, in my zip code Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode Now your crew is screamin' like they see demons when I reload You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity I'm pushin' wigs, handin' out jigs like charity You best to get your groove on, or get moved on Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on I collects ass and cash While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash Whether, hustlin' or dustin' we get busy with ours T.S., T.A.T., respect for miles The Bronx is the turf, South is the area Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin' me Front if you dare and I'll change your whole anatomy For real, uh Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day Hustlin' is the key to success, money is the key to sex The life is gettin' cash, drinkin' mo', gettin' blessed The games people play, the names people slay It's just another ordinary day ...

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)