! Fuck the Brooklyn Bridge Fuck the Holland Tunnel Fuck the FDR Drive - Fuck New York! Fuck the Empire State Fuck the Chrysler Fuck Joe Torre - Fuck New York! Fuck Radio City
Drive slow, homie Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow, homie If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow, homie
Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city that's mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in
everything Driving me all away Through the old time memory Was it so wrong to say That I wanted you again? And I could take you back And we could go
little bit of sleep? Time stands still Just call it now and you?re on your way Hey, hey hey, hey All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives Broken
tree I may take a holiday in Spain Leave my wings behind me Drive this little girl insane And fly away to someone new Everybody's gone They left the television screaming that the radio
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard And
on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican ah oh radio radio radio im on the mexican radio radio radio im on the mexican radio radio radio im
don't you follow me It's dynamite on Friday night Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Yeah dynamite on Friday night Under the big city
drive My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes See the barrel knows where the bullet go And
Wishing it was a stickshift, it's an automatic Listening to the road, voice of the nomad How he'd love to leave drive away never go back Wheels keep
supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go? And what if I told you to Fxxk
say I win for jyp, sike! Fuck that shit. >from the city where we never sell out bitch. Fuck that shit. >from the city where we never sell out bitch. Fuck that shit. from the city
Now I'm alright Come and meet me on the corner Or just pick me up and we can drive Round the city, feelin' pretty Blast the music on the radio I feel
the radio? Are you driving down a city road? Are you alone in your new black car? I imagine you there Are you listening to the radio? Are you driving down a city
"It's new!" Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, flipmode now I know what you all feel like doin' Go 'head and crash your whip in the fuckin' wall It's cool,
hockey table. "Hey my best friend likes you!" I hear you shout at me as you go skating by. CHORUS: We are the champions, playin' out on the radio
around the air hockey table. "Hey, my best friend likes you," I hear you shout at me as you go skating by. "We Are the Champions" playin' out on the radio