Songtexte Empire State Of Mind - Street Mix - Chani , Paulette

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 off of Broadway
Brought me back to that Mcdonalds Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus Driving so slow (but Bk, it's from Texas!!)
Me I'm out that Bedstuy
Home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high-5
Nga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee...
Tell by my attitude
That I'm Most Definitely From...

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

Catch me at the X with Og at a Yankee game,
Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue,
But I ain't a crip tho,
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,
Welcome to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
Home of the hip hop,
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back, for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,
8 million stories
Out there and they're naked,
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it,
Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made, If Jeezy's payin Lebron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo,
3 card marley,
Labor Day parade,
Rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade,
Long live the king yo,
I'm from the Empire State thats...

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

Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Blind with casualties, who sip the lite 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 them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your 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

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

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 yeaaahh come on, come, 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