New York City
The Lox Lyrics

Came slinging, chaining, gang banging 20 some years, nigga your name's ringing And just look at the ratio The lames are winning I still get... from the same women That real underground shit That they ain't spinning If he wasn't born with it? Did you send in it? Looks like some life fool But it ain't dinner And it get you light... light painted Only time when I ain't with you I ain't in her You're a fucking looser I'm a straight winner ... you could clean the money out But the work is dirty
The singer acknowledges the years of rough living but notes that many who don't engage in this lifestyle but are less legitimate in the underground rap game seem to be winning. Despite this, the singer's music remains true to its roots and his relations with women have remained the same. The singer questions the origins of the less authentic rappers’ success and suggests that maybe they didn't have to work for it as much. The singer notes that while it may look like their life is a mess, it's not a complete disaster. The singer won't be available at all times due to work, but isn't losing out on anything important. The singer is confident in his abilities and considers himself a winner, noting that even if your money is clean, the labor that goes into its acquisition is not.

Big, big champagne and I'm wet Take this party 'till you sweat You get money you won't forget Big, big champagne and I'm wet Take this party 'till you sweat You get money you won't forget
The singer is enjoying the fruits of his labor and the prosperity that his success has brought him. He's confident that this moment will be memorable due to the amount of money he's spent to make it a big, luxurious party.

Little young nigga, golden chain He thinks he can fly Passengers seats, fats have the GCI I'm trying to catch the movie at Big Plaza ... we got home good It's real Straight bullets pop off in the hood ... yeah, we want shiny suits But that puts us in a new tax bracket Now I'm looking through my Gucci glasses Throwing dollar bills and my strippers are dancing I love their asses But your shoe is hanging down to the ground The streets really know who is holding the crown, dog
The singer encounters a young, naive rapper who seems to be feeling himself a bit too much, and he contrasts that with the violence of the hood at night. The singer acknowledges his desire for the flashy lifestyle that comes with wealth, but he's also aware of the tax implications. The singer indulges in this lifestyle by making it rain on strippers, but even in this moment of decadence, he manages to retain the street credibility that defines him.

... Always pissy, call hearts and hippies ... say you wanna smoke Better light up the sticky I keep the sour kiss, keep the piffie Don't drink the liquor We rap for the whole city Women and lights and the cars are so pretty You see me now holding keys It makes so natural Disappearing with your bitch in a Porsche Boxer You wanna be the next Jimmie Harver Acting like a bitch Damn, where is the Oscar, nigga?
The artist rejects the party lifestyle of some rappers and chooses to smoke weed instead. He acknowledges the allure of wealth, women, and fancy cars, but he doesn't let them distract him from his goals. Even when he's driving a Porsche with a woman by his side, the artist remains cool and collected. The artist calls out rappers for their acting and inauthenticity, comparing their desire for fame to that of a Hollywood actor.

Can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you say New York City? Can you say L-O-X? Can you say L-O-X? Can you say L-O-X? Can you say L-O-X? On the beat
The artist reminds the listener of the group's roots in New York City and the L-O-X brand, asserting their identity and pride in where they come from through repetition.