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)