The Mayor - N.A.S.A., Sam i, The Cool Kids

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So I’m eating my scrambled eggs this morning

And then I think about it

I’m the mayor of the city

Yo, where you all at, man?

Yo, it’s Staten Island, New York, the forgotten borough

Home of the wallaby champ, we stay thorough

Since the days of snatching Lee patches

Stitching my name in my Kangols so my outfit matches

So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on Broad

Enter the 36 Chambers and swung swords

Bug when the Force, MD’s met the Fat Boys

Brought the ruckus like P.E., brought the noise

Slept on the ferry boat coming from L.Q.

The Purple Rain in the air had me stuck like glue

We would dry out Macy’s but 8 G’s worth of Polo

See the dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo

Stuffing 40's in brown bags dipping from blue coats

Flicking it up with new ropes, staying new ghost

Stapleton the park, yeah, we stay styling

Staten Island a.k.a. Shaolin'

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

I’m from that 33rd H town rider

Rep my city, my neighborhood, Southsider

Out here we hustle 'til we touch it

It’s all about a come up

If ain’t no money in it we don’t fuck with it

Gangsta, gangsta, now what the fuck are they yelling?

Late night hanging, drug selling

This here the city of the astronauts

High as hell in the 550 smashing out like, vroom

I’m on my way to the room

With a white girl looking like Vidal Sassoon

All up in the bathroom, digging the guts out

Five in the morning, I’m boning the fuck out

The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn

It’s like a million different cities in one

So everybody out here repping getting them some

We got drink, dro, dope, hoes

Niggas pulling up in my Gallardo, think fast, talk slow

Millionaires out here and you won’t even know

The H

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

I can’t stop, won’t stop unless I got a flat

The flat head screwdriver reminding me that

That if I’m holding the right tools to screw in the joints

I’m good with both hands, I must be from Detroit

The Motor Capital, the capital D

The fourth letter of the alphabet, it’s on in a Tigers' fitee

Bail out in the Olds' Cutlass Supreme

Where we iron blue collars and crease the jeans

Either in Mount Clemens, Six Mile Grand River

Seven Mile Greenfield, right corner of the mitten

The home of the Red Wings, Lions and the Pistons

First gate is for Chevrolet, Detroit Michigan

Saying what up yo, what up Joe?

That’s what I’m saying

I don’t think they understand outside the city limits

So give me a minute to unbutton my coat

And give a cheers to the man with his ears to the fan

'Cause he hear all that cold shit

Blowing in ghost shit, go again lake front

92 Grand Prix red with the gold rims number 8 Jordan’s

Here we on Maxwell Street for the Polish shit

Grilled onions and no mustard

Everybody from the go already know the biz

Chuck’s from Detroit, Mike’s from the Chi

So it’s Bulls, Tigers, Lions and Bears, oh my

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

In my city I’m the mayor

But I got a key to the city everywhere

I’m like the home team QB when I touchdown

Roll out the red carpet when I come 'round

Aw yeah, city to city

On the road, claiming my city, we represent this city

As we explore around the country and around the world in fact

Let us go to the new worlds together

Not as new worlds to be conquered

But as a new adventure to be shared