[Intro: DJ Noodles]
Okay
We gon' pick it up
Head out to New York City
It's the law of flight, but we good
Jay Rock!

[Chorus: Ab-Soul, DJ Noodles, & Both]
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Couple shots of Hen', dawg, yeah, I'm faded
In the land where they say Biggie's the greatest
Was a five-hour flight, but a nigga made it
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
What up, New York? (Oh)
What up, New York?

[Verse: Jay Rock]
I'm on Shade 45, tell Slay hurry up
Let me get a couple shots, let me get in character
I was on Brooklyn, with them boys that bury ya
Maybe out in Harlem, with the skull gangin' em
I be even in the Bronx, where they say it all started
Playas club, strippers ass shaking on your favorite artists
I was even out in Queens, saying I'm the wise king
Projects of Nas, yeah, it's kinda rough
But he should visit my Staten Island, cut you up
Razor blade under tongue, buck-fifty crush your eye
Don't cross that line, like the letter "T"
Been through all five burroughs, and everybody thorough

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
I wanna see your hands, see your hands
I wanna see your hands, see your hands
I wanna see your hands, see your hands


[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
How we ball in the club, I know you hate it
Got two shots of Hen', dawg yeah, I'm faded
In the land where they say Biggie's the greatest
Was a five hour flight, but a nigga made it
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York?
Oh
What up, New York? (Oh)
What up, New York?