Lyrics:
Do you see that thing
I'm sure it's love
Would you do one thing
New York's in love
The city grew wings in the back of the night
The clouds are stuck
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
(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
you off at East and the Third
Oh, oh, oh
You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
(girl it's), it's international love (we're international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
You put it down like New York City, I never
(girl it's), it's international love (we're international)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah), it's international love
You put it down like New York City, I never
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
the last, the best and the most
The women love me from coast to coast
From New York City, out to L.A.
The women think about me both night and day
Canada
that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes
[Chorus]
She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City
That woman's been around the world
You can
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
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
and the cars went right on by
But if I ever get back to Georgia...
(In the cold cold ground)
Well I guess my time in New York City hasn't been a total waste
time in New York City hasn't been a total waste
Cause I met a little girl from a social world and really put her in her place
When she sold me half
We stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
Communicatin' with one another
And ghetto birds
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'
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
[Rakim]
One two
Yeah, yeah,
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
Yeah it's the God baby,
Long Island's own,
Barbarian
(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
New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with a city so undressed
You had to go
and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way
New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia
I'm having a hard time
Texas)
To Gary (to Gary)
All the way down to New York City (New York City)
Give me a kiss
Big daddy, you so pretty (so pretty)
Got these slugs in my
I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla
(Ayo, I'm from New York, man)
Representin' NYC to the fullest (I'm from New York, where New York
how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's
New York is a crazy city man.....
Yo, my home boys Run DMC
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