Cabbies Won’t Go To Harlem Lyrics by Stuttering John
Uh
Yeah
Stuttering John at the Mike Lafration
Check it
This cash account is fit, so hit the fat mitt
I need to get to 125 and real quick
The cops don’t mind picking me up, so what the fuck?
Is you drunk?
Is you drinking?
So stop and start thinking
He wanted to talk me about it how it was a dangerous time
I left me stinking street crime by the Lincoln tunnel
But if I pull the nine, I bet you I’ll make it there on time
Stuttering John hit me on the line just to try to nail him to a crucifix
They wanted a 206 for a brick he’s feeling sick
The frame was narcotics in the body up in Howard Stern studio
The hottie tried to sell his soul
Sam, Sam, I’m trying to live
I can’t even get a cab
I work 37 million
I can’t even get a cab on time
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
I got to get there
I got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
That’s not fair
I got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harl(Come on)
I got to get thereC
abbies won’t go to Harlem
In the back street of Howard Beach, Giuliani’s fake cash will lift the costs from the streets
The greed us they will beat before luxurious automobiles that I was dealing with on the Momos and Pirellis
I do the felony, but only if the price is right
You want to flex?
I bet you see me in your Lex tonight
Now money grip don’t even flip while you slip
Have to put this clip in that ass
Don’t give me dashes
I’m way too fast
I can’t take this
I can’t take this
Cabbies won’t go to HarlemWhat?
I got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem (Come on)
I got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to HarlemW
e got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Huh
Huh
Can I get a car, please, to Harlem?
Where are you?Uh, Brooklyn
No, I’m sorry, hon
We don’t go out there
No, I need to get to Harlem
Is there any way you can send me a cab?
I don’t know, honey
Maybe you should get on a train cuz we don’t send cabs out there
There’s nothing I can do, honey
Oh, man
I need to get to Harlem
Can I get to Harlem, baby?
I’m sorry
You’ll have to call somebody out there
Oh, it’s like that?
Fuck you
Now we too intelligent to hold the fold
So we demonstrate and articulate to unravel the mole
To proceed to the swing of things, accumulating Jesus things, analyzing everything the slyly brings
So I won’t sing through the life through my third eye
I observe lives sometimes that have nothing to do with drive by
Stuttering John in a four-wheel drive, but I build with the God so I never kill time
I can’t take this
I can’t take this
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Got to get there
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Can you please tell me why?
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem cuz I don’t want to die
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem
Can you please tell me why?
Cabbies won’t go to Harlem cuz I don’t want to die
Paid my fare
Can I just get there?
Damn