Pastime Rag No. 4 Chords

Lyrics & chords

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