Kid Rock

New York's Not My Home

Kid Rock


Burnin 
Oh no, oh no, here we go now 
Oh no, oh no, here we go now 
Oh no, oh no, here we go now 
Oh no... 
Went to New York to cut my first LP 
Ridin down Broadway in a taxi 
Hang a right at 25th 
Just a little too swift, jo' 
Let me out, Im gonna walk from here on 
Heres 4 bucks you drive like a moron 
Lost in The Apple and Im all alone 
Cause New Yorks Not My Home 
In the village just illin with a 40 in a brown bag 
Im seein freaks, and also fags 
I see a set of nice legs within my site 
But its a fuckin transvestite 
Walkin in the daylight 
Now Im trippin and I'm like blown 
But I take another sip and say to each his own 
He'de get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone 
Cause New Yorks Not My Home 
Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin 
Has got your girl jockin 
Take a chill pill young man, close your flap 
Cause like the Piston Joe, Im goin back to back 
With a track, uh, thats just too clean 
I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam 
Only 19, and my name aint Wilbur 
But I pull more hoes then Long Dong Silver 
I dont dress up, or try to look pretty 
Instead I rock the house in every major city 
From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali' 
I get down and I yodel in the valley 
Cant say I'm from the Bronx or Brookyn zones 
Cause New Yorks Not My Home 
At the 8th ave in the 40 deuce, its like a freak show 
A lot of hookers try to pop that week, so 
I walk with a limp when I pimp through 
Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew 
Its pickin up, ill check this fact 
These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac 
Conjested, overcrowded, cya Im gone 
Cause New Yorks Not My Home