[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Why does it do so well?
Um, because of the art
Using the canvas, I paint a picture (Brrr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's what I'm saying, I put art first
I put art first before everything I do (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Desert Eagle flyin', somebody dyin' (Boom, boom, boom)
Layin' in your bushes, yeah, the cold head (The cold head)
Pump down a Valentino leg, I'm walkin' bow-leg
I know who Banksy is, grab the pot, let me make a wish (I put art first before everything I do)
Valentino camo handkerchief, don't play with it (Uh-uh)
Left the shower with the razor grip (Ah)
Ayo, bullets hit your favorite (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I'm from wherе you can kill and get away with it
Fill the plot, apron on like wе bakin' it
Outfit off the runway, sellin' yay in it
I pray I never go back, not a day in it (Nuh-uh)
But if I do, keep my locker fat (Keep my locker fat)
Face in the Fendi stocking cap, I shot like that (Boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
The new king of New York, the new king of New York (Ah)
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
The new king of New York, the new king of New York (Using the canvas, I paint a picture)
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
Why does it do so well?
Um, because of the art
Using the canvas, I paint a picture (Brrr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's what I'm saying, I put art first
I put art first before everything I do (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
[Verse: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Desert Eagle flyin', somebody dyin' (Boom, boom, boom)
Layin' in your bushes, yeah, the cold head (The cold head)
Pump down a Valentino leg, I'm walkin' bow-leg
I know who Banksy is, grab the pot, let me make a wish (I put art first before everything I do)
Valentino camo handkerchief, don't play with it (Uh-uh)
Left the shower with the razor grip (Ah)
Ayo, bullets hit your favorite (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I'm from wherе you can kill and get away with it
Fill the plot, apron on like wе bakin' it
Outfit off the runway, sellin' yay in it
I pray I never go back, not a day in it (Nuh-uh)
But if I do, keep my locker fat (Keep my locker fat)
Face in the Fendi stocking cap, I shot like that (Boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
The new king of New York, the new king of New York (Ah)
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
The new king of New York, the new king of New York (Using the canvas, I paint a picture)
The new king of New York, the new king of New York
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