Lyrics:
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
the station,
Meet me in Washington Square.
We?ll drink wine and dance on the moonlight,
And I?ll hold you in the air?
On the streets of New York.
I'm just hoping I see commas
I'm not over it, got my heart ripped by a lion
Was sparking since 11, by 18 I'm sliding in strikers
Hit Cali and New York
Tracy McGrady, early 2Ks the way I go ghost mode
Cause im New York, like a knick
Icy, Bobby Or, the Sick
Catching, Whitney Ford, the mit
Up in my accord,
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
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
forever/Statue of Liberty/Long live the World Trade/Everybody sing it/Everybody sing it/In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of/ There???s nothing
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
as Im countin my doe|Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin with the new york|We keep it real like jail when we might talk|Honies know cause when Im in
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
body Move Dance
Do you wanna to touch me
I can feel something good in me
Warm tender nights in New York City
I want to be close to you
Close to you
I
nice, and so dangerous
I‘ve been searching for you girl
In New York in crowded place, and beautiful girls, are all the way
Luck if you don't fall in
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
floor
The floorshow is always hot, hot, hot
New York's a sex sewer
Blood in the streets
You’re a shooting star, star, star
Now work the floor
its all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie and dance body to body
Step one, first you grab honey by
its all cream and baby
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie and dance body to body
Step one, first you grab honey by
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
of New York (New York, New York)
If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows white man can't jump (nope)
And I probably wouldn't be
New York (indistinct)
Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Get down
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