Paroles:
Jersey City Streets

calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets are cold Another night, my pockets all turned out All alone, these city streets

the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City ripped

in the back of your head The crew in Jersey City won't put down their guns, The boys on Newark Avenue they will cut you down The punks in Jersey City

Success has its price And can you hear me now That I'm dumbing myself down? Is it filling you with doubt That I am who you thought? I know it's just

think that we've got it made And the crowd is huge and they're calling our name But for now I'm alone in this city tonight All alone, these city streets

melt the bean In a hot Red Soxs or Celtics green In the city of Philly, I roll up on the biddes like feel these In a size 56 Phillies In Jersey I got

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the

the hydrants In the streets all the kids they scream Como fuego, fuego (fuego, fuego) The O.C. to the Lower East Side We're gonna set the night on fire Jersey

you is to have a gun when im thursty ill turn niggaz more holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that city do with jersey Yo i got call cops