Tonalité : Gb major•
Verse 1
F#
B
F#
Yeah, yeah I'm out that
Brooklyn
B
Now I'm down in
Tribeca
Right next to the
Nero
But I'll be hood forever
F#
I'm the new
B
Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
Yeah they love me everywhere
F#
I used to cop in
Harlem
All of my
Nicanos
Right there up on
Broadway
Pulled me back to that
McDonald's
F#
B
Took it to my stash spot, 560
State
Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a
Simmons whippin' pastry
F#
Cruisin' down 8th
Street, off white
Lexus
B
Drivin' so slow, but
BK is from
Texas
F#
B
Me, I'm out there bad style,
home of that boy
Biggie
Now I live on
Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
F#
Say what up to
B
Tata, still sittin' my type
Sittin' courtside,
Nixonettes give me high five
A#
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that
A#m
I'm most definitely from
New
B
York
F#
C#
F#
B
F#
C#
F#
B
I made you high, nigga
F#
Catch me at the
X with
OG at a
Yankee game
B
Shit, I made the
Yankee hat more famous than the
Yankee can
F#
B
You should know I bleed blue,
but I ain't a crypto
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique,
though
F#
Welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we sellin' rock
B
F#
Africa been by the shit,
B
F#
home of the hip -hop
B
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap,
hollaback
For foreigners, it ain't fair,
they act like they forgot how to act
F#
Eight million stories,
out there in the naked
B
City, it's a pity half a yard won't make it
F#
B
Me, I got a plug,
special where I got it made it
Jesus payin'
LeBron, I'm payin'
Dwayne
Wade
Three dice,
F#
Cee -Lo, three card,
B
Marley
Labor
Day
Parade, rest in peace,
Bob
Marley
A#
Statue of
Liberty, long live the
World
Trade
Long live the
King, yo, I'm from the
Empire
A#m
State
In
New
B
York, concrete jungle where
F#
dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do,
F#
now you're in
New
Yeah, these streets will make
F#
you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
Let's hear it for
New
New
York,
New
York
F#
B
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out
F#
of bounds quick
B
The sidelines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually then
gradually become worse
Don't fight the
Apple
F#
Eve, caught up in the in crowd
B
Now you're in style,
Anna, the winter gets cold
F#
B
In vogue with your skin out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim,
good girls gone bad
The city's filled with them
F#
Mommy took a bus trip,
B
now she got a must out
F#
B
F#
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
B
Hail
Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And
Jesus can't save you,
life starts when the church end
F#
Came here for school,
B
graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars,
addicted to the limelight
A#
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
In the city, never sleep,
A#m
better slip, you a ambient
B
In yeah
Concrete jungle where dreams
F#
are made of
C#
There's nothing you can't do
F#
Now you're in
New
B
York, yeah
F#
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
Let's hear it for
New
New
York
In
New
York
One hand in the air for the big city
Streetlights, big dreams, all looking pretty
C#
No place in the world that can compare
D#m
B
Put your lighters in the air,
A#
everybody say yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
In
New
Concrete jungle where dreams
F#
are made of
C#
There's nothing you can't do
F#
Now you're in
New
F#
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
Let's hear it for
New
New
York,
New
York
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