| Empire State of Mind - Jay Z Music Video and Lyrics |
| Empire State of Mind - Jay Z Yeah Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro, 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 Dominicano's Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 State St. Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' Pastry's Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but B-K 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 Tai's Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Chorus] New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made up There's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Catch me at the X with O-G at a Yankee game Shit, 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 niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, 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 it naked City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jezzys 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 King yo, I'm from the Empire St. that's [Chorus] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Lined with casualties, who sip to 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, it's a pity on the wind 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 M-D-M-A got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien, in [Chorus] 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 yahhh lightas in da air Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" [Chorus] --- |
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