ABCs of New York - Princess Nokia

A is for the apple, take a bite and spit it out

B is for bodega, eatin' on your mama couch

Low bazooka with a Puerto-Rican chula

Says she workin' in the city and she gettin' moolah

C is for the crib, the cats that call you catch

CBGB’s babies sneakin' blondie through the back

D is for the downtown kids that’s hittin' licks

Skater boys in the park tryna fuck some white chicks

E is for the East Side, Ruff Ryder Ride or Die

Motorbikes from every side

Flyin' down the FDR, breakin' 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 goin', golden go

Hunts Point got the hottest hoes, inner city, tragic woes

Splattered streets, the bloody holes, shorty dancin' on the pole

Casually it’s casual b, bloody hands with the anatomy

Jehovah witness at your door, actin' like nobody home

TV off, all alone, kick the door in, mama Jonesin' on the phone

Bata and a doobie on, waiting on her tax return

Low lives lightin' Ls, pourin' down for ones they love

Tompkins Square, lower east, Delancey for the deli meats

You don’t come to C or D

I’m in Manhattan like I’m Woody Allen

Jewish, Puerto-Rican and a little bit Italian

Sittin' on the steps outside the Natural History

New York fuckin' City and I love the history

Everything a meltin' pot, every block is fuckin' hot

83rd the train stop, open cases, old as shorty braces

Pick you up on warrant squad, now they runnin' faces

Pick you up by the park, we was voguing by the pier

Paris burnin', 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

Stickball in the summer, you know it’s summertime

Schomburg, eatin' soul food, singin' Doo-Wop every night

Subway trains goin' by, squad is sittin' St. Marks

Shootin' up in Tompkins park, know it’s dirty after dark

Tunnels takin' turns, playin' tag on the curb

Touchin' on some titties, takin' change out your purse

Undercover agents I can spot them all away

Yo, I hate the fuckin' cops, NYPD get away

Underground are MTA, close my eyes and ride the train

Back and forth on everyday, anywhere, anyway

Xerox copied Zines 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