| Cam'ron – Welcome To New York City Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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First, a few lyric corrections: [Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella headquaters. Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! [Jay-Z] I'm a B.K. brawler Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring em to Baltimore in the floor of the Explorer But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get em to Florida Rucker game attender With the Bent parked on the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center At the Knick game, big chain, in all my splendor Next to Spike if you pan left to right I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight But damn, once again if you pan left of the lights It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I throw off the feds when I'm scrambling at night And it was off the set I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? ([Cam:] Ya damn right) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger there's nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one You'll get ate from the 9M, straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta You think we know what life do, mink on a motorcycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice (blue) In front of Sparks, bodied Castellano Block away, watched by Gotti and Gravano It's La Costra Nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf your chauffeur Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught Midnight pit fights, they love a victim Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] I'm from 101 West 140th, this shit is live Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd, hit you from two-one Thats on Lenox, 7th ave was News One [Jay-Z] Coverage at Centre Street Got Brafman defending me Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentary The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit Kat Club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up [Cam'Ron] Killa, I pitched that bud, I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tug, You lookin at rich black thugs to get that love And we won't stop til I get back blood Holla at em Hov [Jay-Z] I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark Thats why the Johnny-Gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open Homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana] It's the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell em Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger theres nothing left to say but Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City [Cam'Ron] Yall niggas man, yall can't fuck around man It's the ROC bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans Diplomats man, holla, Dash Get the fuck off our dicks I own this shit right now man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City! |
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| The White Stripes – Little Cream Soda Lyrics | 18 years ago |
| So nobody else here notices that the song sounds like a church sermon, with the "oh well" thrown in at the end of each observation? | |
| Velvet Revolver – Slither Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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You guys are right about the song being about drugs, but I figured I'd throw my two cents in: 1. The water that the chorus refers to is the heroin itself that is shot into you, which, while intending to wash away the pain of sin, only serves to make that pain burn deeper, kinda like holy water is supposed to do to vampires. I think he's saying "this time you'll see," as a bit of a warning. 2. The rope is a reference to a tourniquet, and the falling to the speaker's knees is both an allusion to prayer and a reference to a man who submits to his impulses, but feels that he is a fallen (more religious imagery) and broken man for it, "every single time" he shoots up. 2. The "finger" he is kept under isn't just from the figure of speech, it is an allusion to the tapping of the vein on the spot that the needle pierces the skin. (I wonder if "sue" is actually "soothe" there.) And the "pleasure in his mind" is the euphoric state. 3. The second verse uses the metaphor of pursuit (which is ironic, because the addict constantly chases the high) to talk about the cause and effects of the opiate ("smell the poppies") in his bloodstream, and on his mind, which he likens to rape. The finger taps, but now the tone has shifted slightly -- instead of being certain of pain being soothed, and uncertain of the pleasure, the speaker is now uncertain whether the effects will linger, and certain of *some* pleasure. By the time the second chorus hits, he has realized the nature of the water, which allows him to see the first verse again with newer, more tragic eyes. But that's just my spin. |
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