Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empire State Of Mind, artist - Glennis Grace. Date of issue: 19.05.2011
Song language: English
Empire State Of Mind |
| Yeah, yeah, I’ma up at 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 Dominicanos, right there up on Broadway |
| Brought me back to that McDonald’s, took it to my stash spot |
| Five Sixty Stage street, catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whipping pastry |
| Cruising down 8th Street, off white Lexus, driving so slow but BK is from Texas |
| Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie, now I live on Billboard |
| And I brought my boys with me, say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta |
| Sitting court side Knicks and Nets give me high fives |
| I be spiked out, I can trip a referee, tell by my attitude that I most |
| definitely from |
| In New York |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of |
| There’s nothing you can’t do |
| Now you’re in New York |
| These streets will make you feel brand new |
| Big lights will inspire you |
| Hear it for New York, New York, New York |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game |
| Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can |
| You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain’t a crip though |
| But I got a gang of niggas, walking with my click though |
| Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks |
| Afrika bambaataa shit, home of the Hip Hop |
| Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back |
| For foreigners, like Frans and Glennis, they don’t now how to act |
| 8 million stories, out there and they’re naked |
| Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it |
| Me, I gotta plug Special Ed «I got it made» |
| If Jesus paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade |
| 3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley, 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 state that’s |
| In New York |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of |
| There’s nothing you can’t do |
| Now you’re in New York |
| These streets will make you feel brand new |
| Big lights will inspire you |
| Hear it for New York, New York, New York |
| One hand in the air for the big city |
| Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty |
| No place in the world that can compare |
| Put your lighters in the air, everybody say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| In New York |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of |
| There’s nothing you can’t do |
| Now you’re in New York |
| These streets will make you feel brand new |
| Big lights will inspire you |
| Hear it for New York |