A New York State of Mind (The 5 Apple Hip Hop)

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Written By Wajeeh ul Hassan.

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, women, it’s time.

It’s time, women (aight, women, begin).

Straight out the hot dungeons of rap.

The rod drops deep as does my towel.

I never talk, ’cause to talk is the mate of howl.

Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined.

I think of love when I’m in a New York state of mind.

Hope the scowl got some fowl.

My owl don’t like no dirty howl.

Run up to the prowl and get the foul.

In a New York state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The ugly rod?

You complain about dirty dishes.

I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the odd.

I’m rappin’ to the apple,

And I’m gonna move your grapple.

Moist, wet, sexy, like a map

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a snap.

I can’t take the dirty dishes, can’t take the soap.

I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no hope.

I’m rappin’ to the grapple,

And I’m gonna move your apple.

Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind.

When I was young my mate had a facade.

I waz kicked out without no broad.

I never thought I’d see that fraud.

Ain’t a soul alive that could take my mate’s pod.

A stupid angel is quite the angell.

Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).

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