You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island You should come to see me on my western horizon Seems as though it's 'cause we're never meant to meet
Traduction: That Dog. Long Island.
I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog
motherfucker) [Raekwon] The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island Twelve strong bitches that
not long Mine on the other hand is lengthy type The Abstract gets real, real, real [Verse 4: Dove] Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island Rail You
At 17 she left Long Island bound for Hollywood Another story like the ones you've heard before He left her broken like you figured, like you knew he would
in! Rhonda: (climbing out the rubber body-suit) Where are your real clothes, HARRY? Are you going back to Long Island like that? Harry: I have nothing
t fuckin know This is my sidekick, Fat Pat He goes "Ha ha ha ha", and all a that (That's right!) Anyhow, on my way here I almost died This bitch in front
then you don't know me Cause no I don't play that and we're definitely not your Homie He'll take your pride for a long ride, try and hide You hate
Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin? {BIG:} (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm
, them a turn dog too I grow whiskers, tail and I bark like Scooby Doo Well me give them a new style fi them long go do Well everything weh Shaggy do
fellas Holdin? drinks with pink umbrellas on some island that I can?t even spell Then we slide over to Gucci Right before we go for sushi That?s a version
Holdin' drinks with pink umbrellas on some island that I can't even spell Then we slide over to Gucci Right before we go for sushi That's a version
whiskey on a train through the bronx that will take you just as far as the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar that stretched across the blacktop of my cheek like that
in ya dog dial trench When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's the key to the hatchback pop that Get in throw a bag full
outta yourself, by assumin' (Yeah, now the mic is lower, turn the mics up) Our music keeps you movin', what are you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that
representin', always talkin' shit, big shit (That's what we do) It's been about 15 long years, mackin', profilin' Workin' up in the booth off some top shelf Long Islands
dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike I do