Blitz The Amba**ador - African in New York lyrics

[Intro] "You sure you guys want to go to Queens? A couple rich fellas like you should be In Manhattan, staying at the Waldorf or The Palace" "The Palace sounds good, take us there" "No, I want Queens. We are not rich, we Are ordinary African students" "What ever you say pal" [Verse 1: Blitz the Amba**ador] We taking it back to the real, '01 till infinity Original immigrant, never facsimile From Flatbush to Marcy, Bushwick, Canarsie My Africans are running things, catch us on Can*l Street, Selling fake Gucci, fake Prada Fake Louis V, Some of us got bachelor degrees Between you and me, We still push the dollar cab Where ever the dollars at, We wire that, Western Union, Money Gram without a doubt, Speaking with Our native tongues and I ain't talking Tribe and them, I'm talking Twi, Swahili, Wolof, you not understanding Them. Dance Africa, where we parading at BAM The flyest African women be looking like, Damn Some are Eritrean, and some are from Sudan, Some Came here to model, And some came here to dance Whatever the hustle baby, keep that dream alive New York city Africans we hustle to survive [Hook x2] Oh Oh, I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an African in New York "Half a mill for bail cos' I'm African" [Scratch Hook] Nigerians "Where they at, Where they at" Ghanaians "Where they at, Where they at" Rwandans "Where they at, Where they at" And even my Kenyans Half a Mill for bail cos' I'm African [Verse 2: Blitz the Amba**ador] Catch us on 125th Street, My Senegalese will greet Nanga def, mangi fi, You looking for something to eat? Uptown Bronx, where you get the best Jolof rice Sipping on that Malta Guinness, just to calm the The hot spice, Talking in our fly accents and we Code switching, Depending on who you with Africans will talk different, Cos sometimes its Politics, sometimes its football, Sometimes we Sending flicks, sometimes a phone call, But when It comes to style, we fly as can be. Africans running The runway, New York Fashion week, But it ain't All flashy, some of us are illegal, either working Off the books or off the looks of other people. But Please don't hate us, This is what they made us Some married for love, others married for papers But at the end of the day, you know we all in May not get along at home, but over here we all fam [Hook] [Scratch Hook] Algerians "Where they at, Where they at" South Africans "Where they at, Where they at" Ethiopians "Where they at, Where they at" And even Ivorians Half a Mill for bail cos' I'm African [Outro]