Lyrics:
up! He's still the type of boy who makes a comeback
Kill the white noise til the sun's black
Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered
By flocks
of New York)
Your willingness to perform
As bridges stand against the tide
Satellites move across the sky
In all the years that I have seen you rise
cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
fell, and we got gone
Poughkeepsie, hang up the telephone
I won't answer your phone calls no more
New York, quit calling, New York, leave me be
much
Take good care all my love
Keep in touch
New York winter taxi ride
Then run inside it's cold
all day (jerk, children)
Everybody now gather around (jerk, children)
Get hip to the new sensation (jerk, children)
There's a brand new dance coming
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved
with glasses
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
want to know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York I got the grip, I told ya I
on blast, love the seats reclining on that mean G4
Cause down in New York they saying
"Once again back is the incredible" (damn right)
"The incredible,
comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Freedom is the road less traveled by the multitude
The mood, it's the mode, it's the culture
Where
south, thank God
Is still the same well, my Boston girl
She's read in the New York Times
That it was very chic now
To speak southern lines
Though she
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
of lime
Gotta meet your lover at a quarter to 9
Joint by base, then you get your high
If you get your then high, mine is next
The "S" in skypage
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas 'til the city is ours
Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y'all
In the name of King Kane "New York, New
The weather is hot my sleeves are frio
New York' New York' the Bronx, pa'l caserío
Oye no te pongas guapo conmigo
44 te deja tirao' en el piso
Te van a ver
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
[Chorus]
Let me take you by the hand
And we can go and find a brand new world
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay
Now there's a new craze a-goin' 'round
It's gettin' bigger in most every town
From New York City out
chase
'Til reality hit me in the face
Hey, hey, hey
I'm ridin' on The Great Highway
All across America
From New York to LA
Hopin' I can find my
old magazine
New York sent a posse down like I ain't ever seen
Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
hesitate (bah)
Had to move these bitches up (move up) 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy
I be in New York with
(4,3,2,1)
Is the city spinnin' fast?
T-Minus 4, 3, 2, 1 blast
5 Star dinner chandelier peeled off the glass
I was
In New York City trippin' of a tab
New York, New York
Or c Village In Iowa
The Only Difference Is The Name
If You're clone
Whether On Main Street
Or On Broadway
If You're clone
They
York groove
I'm back
back in the New York groove
I'm back in the New York groove. in the New York groove.
In the back of a Cadillac with a lady by
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