Glee - Lyrics Of All Songs From Season 2 ✔

1. Empire State of Mind

Sing:
★Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman, Mercedes Jones, Finn Hudson,Rachel Berry and Artie Abrams and New Directions
Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Now I'm 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 box
Five Sixty State street
Catch me in the kitchen
Like a Simmons with them pastries

Cruising down 8th street
Off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at 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 sipping Mai Tai's
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Jigga, I be spiked out (Come on)
I can trip a referee (Come on)
Tell by my attitude (Come on)
That I most definitely from

New York (Hey, aha)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Yeah)
There's nothing you can't do (Yeah)
Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Aha aha aha)
These streets will make you feel brand new (You feel brand new) (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you) ( Come on)
Let's hear it for New York (Your welcome old G)
New York, New York (I hold you high, sugar)

Catch me at the X
With OG at a Yankee game (Whoa, whoa)
Dude I made a Yankee hat
More famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue (Whoa, whoa)
But I aint a crip tho
But I got a gang of brothers
Walking with my clique though
Welcome to the Melting Pot (Whoa, whoa)
Corners where we selling rocks
Africa bambaataa
Home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap
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 (Whoa, whoa)
The city is a pity
Half o' y'all won't make it
Me (Whoa, whoa) I gotta plug Special Ed
"I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' LeBron
I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three-dice Cee-Lo (Whoa, whoa)
Three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade
Rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty (Whoa, whoa) (Come on)
Long live the World trade (Come on! Yeah, eh)
Long live the kingdom (Come on! Yeah, eh)
I'm from the empire state that's

New York (New york!) (Hey) (Huh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (That you can't do) (You can't do, oh)
Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Huh, yeah) (Welcome to the bright lights baby)
These streets will make (you feel brand new) (Brand new, baby)
Big lights will (inspire you) (Oh)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh, huh)
New York (Yeah)
New York (Uh, huh) (Yeah, hey)

Lights is blinding
Girls need blinders (Whoa, whoa)
So they can step out of bounds quick
The side lines is
Lined with casualties (Whoa, whoa)
Who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse (Uh, huh)
Don't bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in crowd
Now your in-style
End in the winter gets cold
En Vogue with your skin out (Whoa, hoo)
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad
The city's filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip
And now she got her bust out (Hoo, hoo)
Everybody ride her
Just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city your a virgin
And (Oh, oh, oh) Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came here for school
Graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight (Oh, whoa)
Dub MHS (Come on) (Whoa, whoa) (Yeah, eh)
Got you feeling like a champion (Come on) (Oh, whoa)
The city never sleeps (Come on) better slip you an Ambien (Yeah, eh)

New York (New York!) (Huh, huh) (Yeah, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Haa hi yeah)
There's nothing you can't do (Nothing you can't do) (You can't do)
Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Yeah, yeah, eh) (Huh, huh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (You feel brand new) ( New) (You feel brand new)
Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you) (You) (Inspire you)
Let's hear it for New York (Huh, huh)
New York (Yeah) (New York)
New York (Huh, huh) (Yeah, hey)

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air

Everybody say yeah (Come on), yeah (Come on)
Yeah, (Come on) yeah!

New York (New York) (New York) (Yeah, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Jungle, yeah, yeah)
There's nothing you can't do (You can't do)
Now you're in New York (New York, New York) (New York) (Yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Brand new) (Brand new)
Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you) (Inspire you)
Let's hear it for New York (New York) (Huh)
New York (New York) (Yeah)
New York (New York, yo whoa) (Huh, uh)