Try Me (Freestyle) (Hook x2) Now you can find me uptown with the mommies She no speaka ingleis, but she got a body We hook the corner store without the aqui They smokin' on that haze till they eyes is chinese (Verse) I see the ambulance speeding down Amsterdam Freezin', Dunkin Donuts and smokin' outside the traffic and New Yorkers ain't got no licenses, but still they traffickin' Uptown where all my Hispanics is But homie, I don't go to La Marina cuz em b**ches crooks Nah, I'm at Home Food World, where women cook Right, I got priorities and eatin's one They neva gonna pop no models and bottles that got no even bu*ts Girl, get yo proportions right! You know them laced a f**kin' theme for that big a** to be supported by You know I'm right, you know I'm right Now how you broke and you done pitched more f**kin' days than all yo rhymes The homie ridin' in that Honda Accord, and got an automatic stash that's tucked under the floor He sayn he don't really want hustle no more So that money got em f**kin' the law There ain't no love for the law