Music & lyrics: chan kinchla, bob sheehan & john popper



Come on everybody take a trip with us

Gonna raise some hell gonna raise a fuss

Cost you a dollar if you care to see

So just belly on up and tell me what'll it be



I've got a little something that i don't think you've tried

No need to run, no need to hide

Just take a little taste and tell me, what do you see

'cause tonight we're gonna drop a little nyc



Having some fun, well, all of us are

Everyone around you's gonna be a star

'cause it's the best and the worst, and it's life out loud

Don't mind if i preach; don't wanna get too proud



It's hard to be humble when it's all at your feet

And someday soon, it's gonna leave the street

They say the truth shall set you free

Well you're on parole when you're on nyc



2, 3, 4...dropping some nyc