NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS)歌詞

[00:00.000] 作詞 : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Gil Scott-Heron/Shawn Carter
[00:08.861] Yeah
[00:09.307]
[00:09.716] Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
[00:12.351] Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
[00:14.925] I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
[00:17.570] I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
[00:20.091] I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo!)
[00:22.634] Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
[00:25.290] Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
[00:27.752] Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
[00:30.246] Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
[00:32.950] Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
[00:35.511] Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
[00:38.114] Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
[00:40.714] Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
[00:43.268] Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
[00:45.795] Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
[00:48.397] Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
[00:49.681]
[00:50.757] Don't you know, don't you know
[00:54.857] New York was killing me
[01:00.413] Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
[01:05.180] New York was killing me
[01:11.329] Seems like I need to start over
[01:13.914] And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee
[01:17.919] In, in, in, in New York
[01:20.264]
[01:22.122] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
[01:24.701] Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
[01:27.174] You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
[01:29.714] But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
[01:32.364] Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
[01:34.883] Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
[01:37.407] Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
[01:39.988] For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
[01:42.526] Eight million stories out there in the naked
[01:45.134] City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
[01:47.758] Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
[01:50.082] If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
[01:53.062] Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
[01:55.512] Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
[01:58.077] Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
[02:00.686] Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State, that's
[02:02.794]
[02:03.077] Don't you know, don't you know
[02:07.073] New York was killing me
[02:12.752] Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
[02:17.274] New York was killing me
[02:19.808] In, in, in, in New York
[02:23.513] Seems like I need to start over
[02:26.333] And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee
[02:29.465]
[02:29.811] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
[02:32.303] So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
[02:34.697] Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
[02:37.353] Then gradually become worse—don't bite the apple, Eve!
[02:40.251] Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
[02:42.295] Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
[02:44.967] City of sin is a pity on a whim
[02:47.412] Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
[02:49.986] Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
[02:52.950] Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
[02:55.731] "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
[02:57.991] And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
[03:00.735] Came here for school, graduated to the high life
[03:03.068] Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
[03:05.968] MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
[03:08.354] The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien
[03:10.395]
[03:10.989] Lord have mercy, mercy on me
[03:20.274] Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
[03:30.448] Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
[03:40.811] Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
[03:47.804] In, in, in, in New York