Monique Bingham & Quentin Harris You Can't Have New York
Maybe I should leave her - she's done me wrong
she made me a believer for much too long
I had enough, had enough of f..cking with strangers
The atmosphere, night makes everyone seem all down
The thought of all the money and madness and danger
the energy, feel it come up from the ground
You can't have NY
She's a high class whore you can't afford and you won't
live on the park
No doorman to hail taxi's for you and you can't have NY
Gonna get brought down from uptown if you keep f..cking
round. Why? 'Cause when she starts winking her eyes,
wiggling her lies
hey just a ride from Jersey City
Maybe I'm not really cool and she knew all along
if she don't find you beautiful you'll never belong
I've had with, had with her playing my ego
convinced me that there ain't no other place worth a damn
she turned me into just another frustrated Negro
surround by a buncha shit I'm never gone have
You can't have her
She makes me feel so sad but yet in still she's the best
I've ever had
