Yeah, Yeah Ayo, friend, It's time. It's time, friend aight, friend, begin. Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The banana drops deep as does my head. I never shoot, ' cause to shoot is the girlfriend of lead. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a New York State of mind. Hope the spread got some shed. My bed don't like no dirty red. Run up to the red and get the lead. In a New York State of mind. What mor could you ask for? The small banana? You complain about money. I got to love it though - Somebody still speaks for the americana. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your start. Moist, Strong, Sexy, like a stick boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sic. I can't take the money, can't take the box. I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no orthodox. I'm rappin' o the start, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, ya, In a New York State Of mind. When I was young my girlfriend had a piano. I waz kicked out without no cabana. I never thought I'd see that Santa. Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriends Americana. A yummy apple is quite the snapple. Thinking of ladies. Ya, thinking of ladies, ladies.