New York, New York - Let me take you to Brooklyn - Party up, Party Up
New York, New York, Big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from outta town But I'm down by law and I know my way around Powerful power make a mother for a dollar PK style make dreams round your collar Fifty sticks I got you laid, Oh, what a pity There is eight million stories of the naked city
It's the last exit to Brooklyn New York City, oh is waiting He's a New York boy, he's a party guy Baby let's dance, and have some joy West coast, east side, that is the place where New York, L.A. I wanna live there New York City boy, L.A. party girl Baby let's dance, in a brand new world
No matter what I did, I'm a Brooklyn Kid Travel seven seas with the greatest fees Never brag a balls 'cause I funked the east coast But I'm like hot butter on your breakfast toast The big city be calling me that's the place to be Trying to place the beat on the New York seat All the way to Broadway and back uptown I'll show you how to get down, check the joy I found