LYRICS
作曲 : Arcca Music
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York
New York New York
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York
New York New York
Yeah yeah I'm out that Brooklyn now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruising down 8th street off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at Bed-stuy home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be Spiked out I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say yeah
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York
New York New York~~
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York~
Lights is blindin' girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse don't bite the apple eve
Caught up in the in crowd now you're in style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad the city's filled with 'em
Mami took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends
Came here for school graduated to the high life
Ball players rap stars addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
(Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you)