Let me set the scene:
It's a cold, snowy Saturday, 1998 in Decatur, Illinois. I'm playing NBA Live on my PlayStation. My plan is to stay in all day, but a nikka gettin hungry. I put on my Fubu hoodie and go outside to warm up the 89 Caprice. I go back inside and finish the 2nd quarter of Live. I pause it as I get ready to leave and I grab my CD Walkman and my cassette adapter. I hop in the Chevy, back out the driveway and start bumpin'
You couldn't tell me shyt. A nikka was fishtailin' that big ass ride all the way up to Kroger. I loved every minute of it. I had music that was the perfect backdrop to the weather. No pretty shyt. No party shyt. Just real ass music.
Decatur is far from New York, but music they made then, made you FEEL like you were there.
Only thing that would've made it REALLY like NYC is if there was a corner store I could have walked to lol