Princess Nokia - ABC's of New York lyrics

A is for the apple Take a bite and spit it out B is for bodega Eating on your mama couch Low bazooka With a Puerto-Rican chula Says she working in the city and she getting mula C is for the crib The cats that call you catch CBGB's babies sneaking money through the back D is for the downtown kids that's hittin' licks Skater boys in the park tryna f** some white chicks E is for the East Side Rough Ride, ride or die Motorbikes from every side Flying down the FDR Breaking dutches in the car G is for the ghetto girl And rainbow clothes Baby hairs and well done toes Single mothers carry those Bummy sneakers What are those? Get in going golden go Hunts point got the hottest hopes In the city Tragic ropes Splatter street the bloody holes Shorty dancing on the pole Casually it's casual b Bloody hands with the anatomy Jehovah witness at your door Acting like nobody home TV off, all alone Hit the door, mama Jonesin' on the phone [?] Waiting on the tattooed [?] Low lives, lighting L's Pouring down for ones they love Tompkins Square, lower east Delancey for the deli meats Y'all come to see a D? I'm in Manhattan like I'm Woody Allen Jewish, Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian Sitting on the steps outside the Natural History New York f**ing City and I love the history Everything a melting pot Every block is f**ing hot 83rd the train stop Open cases only? shorty braces Pick you up on [?] squad Now they running faces Pick you up by the park We was voguing by the pier Paris burning full of Queens Hit the Village every year Rollin' now to the rave Village Voice, six page I was diving off the stage Going now, every day Stable in the summer, you know it's summertime [?] eating soul food, singing Doo-Wop every night Subway trains goin' by Squad is sittin' St. Marks Shooting up in Tompkins park Know it's dirty after dark Tunnels taking turns Playing tag on the curb Touchin' on some titties Taking change out your purse Undercover agents I can spot them all away Yo, I hate the f**ing cops NYPD get away Underground are MTA Close my eyes and ride the train Back and forth on everyday Anywhere, anyway Xerox copied [?] stapled onto poser trees Got a show, come and see New York is the place to be Here you go and live your dreams Livin' in the city you can't be a xenophobe This the melting pot, and the soup is never cold Young lords, young lords They live inside of me I got a problem B With white supremacy Rollin' through my zipcode One double zero two nine ABC's of New York, and I'll be doing fine