's toast I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie Way down yonder in East
allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light and the Glories swept the sky As the Northlights
reads and reads Boy it's them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does the giant ring a bell? Boy it's the Hudson east river cruise It's the Empire
s toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East
son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern
a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern
the river, deep in these streets like Barry White Carry the light, married to the words I recite Keep a shorty on the side, type steady for pipe Stay
, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East
