N.Y.C. Streets Lyrics & Tabs by Rebel Meets Rebel
N.Y.C. Streets
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DAVID ALLAN COE: I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita
looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't know who you are
think it's some chick lookin' for dope.
DIMEBAG: Exactly.
DAC: *laughs*
D: You know it's all about the lyrics.
DAC: You know what I mean?
D: Yeah, man.
DAC: Yeah, I hear ya.
D: Here we go...
Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin' some ol' funky tune
Time to change the station
He says: Stop the car
Let me out
Time to change the station
He says: Stop the car
Let me out
I say hey, dude
What's that all about
The artist formally known as
Man, that's insane
Purple Rain, hey dude
Cut me some slack
What's his new name, man
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
Freaks on the corner
Hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me
But I'm lookin' at you
I wonder
What am I doin' here
What am I doin' here
Whiskey signs
Flashin' in my mind
Time to get loaded
And get out of this town
Pantera on the Marquee
Better stay one more day
Iron Maiden, Motorhead
Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead
Hey dude
What's that you said
Rockin' Rita
Lookin' for a Dimebag
What's up with that dude
Ah, turn the music up
Turn the music up
Go to the, now
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
People goin' God knows where
I don't care
Freaks on the corner
Hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me
And I'm lookin' at you
What am I doin' here
God, what am I doin' here
You say your name is
Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some
friends of mine, called Punk Jack. Ey, good, you
gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record
deal. What difference does that make? You don't
need a record deal, motherfucker - listen to the
music, dude.
Fuckin' A, dude
