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Melvoni- NY (Official Music Video)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Melvoni
Melvoni
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Melvoni
Melvoni
Композитор
Harry Westlake
Harry Westlake
Композитор
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Композитор
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Композитор
Lawrence Parker
Lawrence Parker
Композитор
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Композитор
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Композитор
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Композитор
Clement Dodd
Clement Dodd
Композитор
Hyman Wright
Hyman Wright
Композитор
Carlton Livingston
Carlton Livingston
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
J. WEST
J. WEST
Продюсер
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Миксинг-инженер
Gene Grimaldi
Gene Grimaldi
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

(Uh, Uh, I'm from Brooklyn Nigga) (Melvoni) I'm from a place where we fightin' to survive A concrete jungle, where the demons come alive Under the rubbles, where we live a life of crime Where you gotta knuckle, for your shit to not become mine I live in an expensive city with no money Where you gotta hustle and grind hard for every penny Skip school everyday 'cause there's some shit that you could study You lookin' for a come up, if you find one you be lucky And if you do, niggas bring you back down If you gotta fight, fight, nigga don't back down And don't trust nobody, they'll leave you assed out Let 'em know your body, ain't no going back now In the night time, it's daylight, 'cause the light shine 'Til ya eyes blind, he don't see nothin', you ain't see it comin' Ever since a youngin' I was told I wouldn't be nothin' But nigga fuck I gotta a hunnid niggas hating on me Nigga I'm from New York I gotta a hunnid prisons waiting on me Nigga I'm from New York I got bitches setting traps on me Nigga I'm from New York White people callin' cops on me Nigga I'm from New York Where you from, what's your jack, who you know Whatchu' doin' over here, better know, how to act Better not be movin' scared And you better know how to share No frontin', it ain't nothin' for me to put you in the air Seeing people make me nervous, so I'm clutchin' my pole And that's just how I came up, I learned before four years old Niggas describe me, all these? I got the stars They don't wanna see you shinin' Nigga ain't a complainer so I don't wanna see you whinin' I might step in with my Timbs on Had to grow up faster, to free turn into a big storm Rocket in my pocket got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong-un Pull up to your door, and I'm like Ding Dong boom And I swear to my mother Niggas could get smacked up Even NYPD, him and all his back up I'ma spank a nigga so I might throw on these black ups Who you bank with nigga 'Cause I'm looking for a come up I gotta a hunnid niggas hating on me Nigga I'm from New York I gotta a hunnid prisons waiting on me Nigga I'm from New York I got bitches setting traps on me Nigga I'm from New York White people callin' cops on me Nigga I'm from New York New York New York New York New York New York New York New York New York
Writer(s): Jeffrey B. Atkins, Jason Phillips, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Clement Seymour Dodd, Hyman Wright, Carlton Washington Livingston, Rojay G. Laboissiere Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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