New York's Not My Home

Burnin'
 Oh no, oh no, here we go now
 Oh no, oh no, here we go now
 Oh no, oh no, here we go now
 Oh no
 Went to New York to cut my first LP
 Ridin' down Broadway in a taxi
 Hang a right at 25th
 Just a little too swift, Jo
 Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on
 Here's four bucks, you drive like a moron
 Lost in the apple and I'm all alone
 'Cause New York's not my home
 If the, in the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag
 I'm seein' freaks and also fags
 I see a set of nice legs within my site
 But it's a fuckin' transvestite
 Walkin' in the daylight
 Now I'm trippin' and I'm like blown
 But I take another sip and say to each his own
 He'd get distant Detroit but I'll leave him alone
 'Cause New York's not my home
 Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin'
 Has got your girl jockin'
 Take a chill pill young man, close your flap
 'Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back
 With a track, uh, that's just too clean
 I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam
 Only nineteen and my name ain't Wilbur
 But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver
 I don't dress up or try to look pretty
 Instead I rock the house in every major city
 From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali
 I get down and I yodel in the valley
 Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones
 'Cause New York's not my home
 After Eighth Ave in the forty deuce, it's like a freak show
 A lot of hookers try to pop that weak
 So I walk with a limp when I pimp through
 Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew
 It's pickin' up, ill check this fact
 These mother fuckers pay over two fifty for a big mac
 Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm gone
 'Cause New York's not my home