Lyrics:
on a spree for new degrees
Things to do and see until nothing is new to me
A true MC usually be into a breeze
And I can still see New York City through
to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design
My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?
But when he sittin upstairs bumpin my newest hit
He bound to look back and recognize some of the truth I spit
I represent the city
New York, New York
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
by any means
I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in
New York City sure does sound nice
Thanks for that one Hollywood
But I’m just a Midwest boy
And I’m tired of this time of year in this type of town
you put it they'll get in the city"
Hahaha so still
I got a hundred guns two hundred clips
Going to New York, New York
I got a hundred guns two
Held up in New York City
Oh god bless my town
We strong, we gritty
Through the storm we come out
For the dreams we chase
Life never stays the same
New York City
To Your Streets (I'm Gone)
Suitcase no court case (Pray)
Bottles by the case
Estimate awards in the case
Just in case
They don't give me
Chea aha aha yo Buda yo Grandz
Watup watup
New York New York New York
New York New York New York
Yo whats your name son
You ain’t never put in No
at night, New York's all right
We'll all live here in harmony
City's angels falling off
They have been falling, falling to the floor
Am I right ?
Oh , am I
found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City
better stop trying to be hip and get on down
Hey man, you know
I was born in New York City
Saved by the night on a Monday
Trying to shoot the news
survive.
It's got to be the New Y ork City rhythm in my life,
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life,
in my life.
When I'm out for love
Ay, uh (ohh), woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
New York, New York
Running pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello baby, New York City
New York is a fountain poem
A lost city where you can roam
A rock, a ridge, it's river foam
It doubles as my endless home
My endless home
It's fine
Lights
That's where I go to escape it
At night
Only the lonely times in my past has helped me shape it
It's 2 A.M. in New York City
And even with all these
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
all I see is him down on one knee
It was supposed to be you and me in New York City
In New York
You and me in New York City
This must be the place
Where
I've always longed to be
New York City
I've got the big city blues
New York City
I've got the big city blues
I had a dream last night
Travelling by
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
to Long Island, we make it happen, out in
[Chorus: Prodigy] + Clue {ad libs}
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The city, the buildings
[P] The big rotten apple,
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York City girl
You grew up ridin'
snow,
Under the New York snow.
And up here I read in the papers,
They say the night will fall to seven below,
And I read safe by the fire,
My guilt
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