Lyrics:
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
by any means
I got a pocketfull of dreams
Baby i’m from new york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in
New York, New York!
New York, New York! (Smizzy)
New York, New York!(This is control, we need a unit for The Usual Suspects)
New York, New York
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
And I lose my blues
When the New York City rhythm fills my soul
It's the New York City rhythm runnin' though life (city rhythm)
The poundin' beat
New York's my home, sweet home
(Geez, what's happening in St.Louis)
Lots of people like St.Louis
It's got lots of shoes
And the St.Louis blues
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
Murder
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing
reading the Daily News
Others singing Manhattan Blues
See my boy it's New York
It's New York you can see so many buildings
See my boy it's New York
Look,
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm
spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres
of mind
It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, The Daily
York state of mind
It was so easy livin' day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues (with the rhythm and blues)
But now I need a little give
New York Original
Verse 1:
In the City where it all started
In the parks where emcees rocked it
Urban concrete
Where the blocks parted
We’re
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