Letras:
N Y C C

a fuck how the hippies feel! this is for you, joey! your memory fucking lives! your three chord wonders made in n.y.c.! gabba gabba hey! punk is here

: (Genesis) I see faces and traces of home Back in New York City So you think I'm a tough kid Is that what you heard Well I like to see some action

: [Spoken:] [David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't Know who you are think

In the city of dreams You get caught up in the schemes And fall apart in the seam tonight That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx And it's the

Hey, there Mister Let me tell ya I got something here Gonna blow your mind The way that it is There's no turning back They can burn it out of your blood

[RZA/Bobby Digital] Yo, yo, yo From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside

I see faces and traces of home Back in New York city So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well, I like to see some action And it gets

I see faces and traces of home back in New York City So you think Im a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets

He was standing on the highway somewhere way out in the sticks Guitar across his shoulder like a 30 ought six He was staring in my headlights when I come