作词 : JAY-Z 作曲 : JAY-Z 制作人 : Alexander ShuckburghYeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in TribecaRight next to De Niro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, hola my DominicansRight there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stash spot, 560 State StreetCatch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastryCruising down 8th Street, off-white LexusDriving so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy BiggieNow I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with meSay what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai taiSitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fivesB***h, I be spiked out, I can trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I am most definitely fromIn New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't do, now you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York(I made you hot, ****er)Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game****, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughBut I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rockAfrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hopYellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla backFor foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to addEight million stories out there, and they're nakedCities is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane WadeThree dice, Cee-lo, three-card MonteLabor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that'sIn New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't do, now you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New YorkLights is blinding, girls need blindersSo they can step out of bounds quickThe sidelines is blind with casualtiesWho sipping life casually, then gradually become worseDon't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowdNow you're in style, end of the winter gets coldEn vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whimGood girls gone bad, the cities filled with themMommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endsCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars addicted to the limelight**** got you feeling like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienIn New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't do, now you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New YorkOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams all looking prettyNo place in the world that can comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah(Come on, come on)In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't do, now you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York
[00:00.000] 作词 : JAY-Z[00:01.000] 作曲 : JAY-Z[00:02.000] 制作人 : Alexander Shuckburgh[00:09.470]Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca[00:13.250]Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever[00:16.170]I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here[00:18.950]I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere[00:21.620][00:21.870]I used to cop in Harlem, hola my Dominicans[00:24.670]Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's[00:27.320]Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street[00:29.950]Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry[00:32.480][00:32.820]Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus[00:35.510]Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas[00:38.150]Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie[00:41.050]Now I live on Billboards, and I brought my boys with me[00:43.810][00:44.050]Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai[00:46.440]Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives[00:49.450]B***h, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee[00:52.150]Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from[00:55.120][00:55.330]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of[01:01.960]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York[01:09.710]These streets will make you feel brand new[01:13.380]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York[01:18.120]New York, New York[01:20.960](I made you hot, ****er)[01:22.070][01:22.980]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game[01:25.480]****, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can[01:28.170]You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though[01:30.980]But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though[01:33.720][01:34.010]Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock[01:36.420]Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop[01:39.140]Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back[01:42.170]For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add[01:45.240][01:45.400]Eight million stories out there, and they're naked[01:47.600]Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it[01:50.420]Me, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"[01:52.920]If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade[01:55.340][01:55.470]Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card Monte[01:58.480]Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley[02:01.350]Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade[02:04.440]Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's[02:07.550][02:07.980]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of[02:14.650]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York[02:21.520]These streets will make you feel brand new[02:25.610]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York[02:31.190]New York, New York[02:35.070][02:36.340]Lights is blinding, girls need blinders[02:38.920]So they can step out of bounds quick[02:40.370]The sidelines is blind with casualties[02:43.120]Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse[02:45.920][02:46.160]Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd[02:50.650]Now you're in style, end of the winter gets cold[02:53.390]En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim[02:56.470]Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them[02:59.970][03:00.560]Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out[03:03.140]Everybody ride her just like a bus route[03:06.140]Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin[03:08.930]And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends[03:11.430][03:11.850]Came here for school, graduated to the high life[03:14.260]Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight[03:17.050]**** got you feeling like a champion[03:19.730]The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien[03:22.370][03:22.600]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of[03:30.220]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York[03:36.880]These streets will make you feel brand new[03:42.350]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York[03:47.830]New York, New York[03:50.540][03:52.730]One hand in the air for the big city[03:55.320]Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty[03:58.090]No place in the world that can compare[04:00.810]Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[04:05.900](Come on, come on)[04:08.400][04:08.850]In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of[04:15.710]There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York[04:22.680]These streets will make you feel brand new[04:26.700]Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York[04:32.260]New York, New York