[00:00.00] 作词 : Bert Keyes/Janet Sewell/Shawn Carter/Alicia Augello-Cook/Sylvia Robinson/Angela Hunte/Al Shuckburgh
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bert Keyes/Janet Sewell/Shawn Carter/Alicia Augello-Cook/Sylvia Robinson/Angela Hunte/Al Shuckburgh
[00:00.00] [ ARTIE ]
[00:10.32]Yeah
[00:11.28]Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
[00:14.13]Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
[00:16.98]I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
[00:19.68]I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
[00:22.26][FINN]
[00:22.41]I used to cop in Harlem – all of my Dominicanos
[00:25.26]Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
[00:27.99]Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
[00:30.75]Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
[00:33.39][PUCK]
[00:33.54]Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
[00:36.24]Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
[00:39.00]Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
[00:41.82]Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
[00:44.58]Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
[00:47.31]Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
[00:50.07]Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
[00:52.86]Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...
[00:55.89][NEW DIRECTIONS, (RACHEL) & PUCK]
[00:56.49]In New York (Ayy, aha)
[00:59.19]Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
[01:02.94]There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah)
[01:06.03]Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Aha, aha, aha)
[01:10.47]These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
[01:14.22]Big lights will inspire you (Come on)
[01:16.77]Let's hear it for New York (You're welcome, OG)
[01:19.56]New York, New York (I made you hot, jigga)
[01:22.59][FINN]
[01:23.28]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
[01:26.10]Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
[01:28.92]You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip though
[01:31.65]But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though
[01:34.41]Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
[01:37.26]Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip-hop
[01:39.90]Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
[01:42.60]For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act
[01:45.48][PUCK]
[01:45.69]Eight million stories out there in the naked
[01:48.21]City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
[01:51.03]Me? I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
[01:53.49]If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
[01:56.58]Three dice Cee Lo, three card Molly
[01:59.34]Labor Day Parade – rest in peace Bob Marley
[02:02.07]Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
[02:04.95]Long live the Kingdom – I'm from the Empire State that's...
[02:07.95][NEW DIRECTIONS, (RACHEL) & PUCK]
[02:08.55]In New York (ayy) (yeah)
[02:11.04]Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
[02:14.94]There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (You can't do)
[02:18.45]Now you're in New York (You're in New York)
[02:22.42](Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
[02:23.82]These streets will make you feel brand-new (Rachel: New, brand-new)
[02:25.95]Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: oh, oh)
[02:28.83]Let's hear it for New York
[02:31.59]New York, New York (Rachel: yeah)
[02:35.37][ARTIE]
[02:36.03]Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
[02:38.76]So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
[02:41.67]Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
[02:44.22]Then gradually become worse – don't bite the apple, Eve!
[02:47.07]Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
[02:49.59]End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
[02:52.59]City of sin is a pity on the whim
[02:55.08]Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
[02:57.90][FINN]
[02:58.17]Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
[03:01.05]Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
[03:03.81]" Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
[03:06.39]And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
[03:09.33]Came here for school, graduated to the high life
[03:12.15]Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
[03:14.91]Dub, MHS got you feelin' like a champion
[03:17.49]The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[03:20.31][NEW DIRECTIONS RACHEL, MERCEDES & FINN]
[03:22.26]In New York (in, in, uh) (Mercedes: yeah)
[03:23.16]Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Mercedes: made)
[03:26.97]There's nothin' you can't do (Mercedes: you can't do)
[03:30.09]Now you're in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Mercedes: yeah, yeah)
[03:34.53]These streets will make you feel brand-new (Mercedes: new)
[03:38.28]Big lights will inspire you (Mercedes: you)
[03:41.04]Let's hear it for New York
[03:43.35]New York (Mercedes: New York), New York (Rachel: yeah)
[03:47.82][MERCEDES]
[03:48.39]One hand in the air for the big city
[03:51.03]Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
[03:53.88]No place in the world that could compare
[03:56.67]Put your lighters in the air
[03:58.17]Everybody say, "Yeah, yeah "
[04:01.62]" Yeah, yeah"
[04:03.54][NEW DIRECTIONS, MERCEDES]
[04:04.11]In New York (New York)
[04:07.44]Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
[04:11.82]There's nothin' you can't do
[04:14.34]Now you're in New York (New York, New York)
[04:18.15]These streets will make you feel brand-new (Brand-new)
[04:22.35]Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you)
[04:25.08]Let's hear it for New York (New York)
[04:27.96]New York (New York), New York (New York)

作词 : Bert Keyes/Janet Sewell/Shawn Carter/Alicia Augello-Cook/Sylvia Robinson/Angela Hunte/Al Shuckburgh
作曲 : Bert Keyes/Janet Sewell/Shawn Carter/Alicia Augello-Cook/Sylvia Robinson/Angela Hunte/Al Shuckburgh

Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, 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, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that 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 sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...
In New York (Ayy, aha)
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah)
Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Aha, aha, aha)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on)
Let's hear it for New York (You're welcome, OG)
New York, New York (I made you hot, jigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee Lo, three card Molly
Labor Day Parade – rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the Kingdom – I'm from the Empire State that's...
In New York (ayy) (yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (You can't do)
Now you're in New York (You're in New York)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (Rachel: New, brand-new)
Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: oh, oh)
Let's hear it for New York
New York, New York (Rachel: yeah)
Lights is blinding, 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
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on the whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, 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 end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Dub, MHS got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York (in, in, uh) (Mercedes: yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Mercedes: made)
There's nothin' you can't do (Mercedes: you can't do)
Now you're in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Mercedes: yeah, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (Mercedes: new)
Big lights will inspire you (Mercedes: you)
Let's hear it for New York
New York (Mercedes: New York), New York (Rachel: yeah)
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say, "Yeah, yeah "
" Yeah, yeah"
In New York (New York)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York (New York, New York)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (Brand-new)
Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you)
Let's hear it for New York (New York)
New York (New York), New York (New York)