Princess Superstar NYC Cunt Lyrics

Last of the Great 20th Century Composers Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro: Last of the Great 20th Century Composers
  • 2 Do It Like a Robot
  • 3 Meet You Halfway (Keep It on the Alright)
  • 4 I Hope I Sell a Lot of Records at Christmastime
  • 5 Come Up to My Room
  • 6 Kool Keith's Ass
  • 7 Bump Your Ass Off (feat. ChessTBunz, Slick Muffins & Brock)
  • 8 NYC Cunt
  • 9 Year Two Thousand
  • 10 Love/Hate to Be a Player
  • 11 Sex (I Like)
  • 12 Do It Like a Robot (Jon Spencer remix)
  • 13 My Life
  • (C. Kirschner, C.Webster)
    Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
    Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
    Guitar: Concetta Hand: Suede!
    Intro Players: Felicia, Walter Sipser, Louise Crane, Clyde Haygood
    NYC Cunt singers: Louise, Hirschel, Clyde, Lissa, Curtis, Amanda Ray, George

    CUNT, New York City New York City CUNT!
    Whatever
    Yo I'll put it blunt if that's what you want
    Yo I am a Cunt and that's what you want
    You take affront, just shake your butt just shake your butt
    New York City? What!
    I'm busy, getting busy on the mic, Cause I do, do whatcha like
    Jump high, yeah hit that height, Now bounce that ass, just bounce aight?
    Ya'all show me love when I step in your club
    I'm nasty, I don't care, you bug
    Hey check me, fresh candy on the shelf, When I think about me, I touch myself

    CUNT!

    It's hot in the city, I'm from New York City
    Not Atlantic City no New Jack City
    Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City
    Wha? Twin City is my titties
    I'm money, put your mouth where the bitch is
    Ya'all finished check my sink, wash dishes, Vicious, I'm the CEO see-
    You wanna get with me, work for me

    CUNT!

    Gotcha on lock walk on the block ya'all wanna talk cuz you're ugly I'm not
    I got a man (What's your man got to do with me?) --Exactly!

    Coutures fight to dress me, SAT scores ain't high to test me
    Dow Jones on my ass try and assess me, Steal your shit then do the cop that arrests me
    Rentin the Bentley just to rock Wendy's, Frosty on my Fendi crash into your Hyundai
    Blob of the Bengay put it in your panty so while I fuck you man your thing's burnin with the Bandaid
    Ya'all don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
    I keep my fee so deep I got those motherfuckin Jetson jets on my feet
    Ya'll don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
    I keep my fee so deep so high, I don't gotta finish my rhym--

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