Tha Dogg Pound - New York, New York Lyrics

Yo, B (just pass the blunt, man)
Turn your speakers up, money
Yo, God (yo, God?)
Yo
Yo, I got mad skills
Isn't that Money?

New York, New York, big city of dreams
And 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'm from Tha Dogg Pound

It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niecey, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical
With a touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mind state (mind state)
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive (ah)
I packs more knowledge than Confucius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to share
To niggas throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winner
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
'Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction
React, this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
Through the average motherfucker's minds these days, uh
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps then turn and shoot the first nigga smirking
Give a fuck, what's your name (name), what you claim (claim)
Or why you came, motherfucker
Don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, 'cause I'm simply
Leggin' hoes like simpty, the invincible MC (who am I? Who am I?)

New York, New York, big city of dreams
And 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'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel
New York, New York, big city of dreams
And 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'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel

Gimme a couple G's for every MC I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh, you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me
So how the fuck you inherit my style? (Nigga)
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why (why, oh why?)
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and pieces, lyrical telekinesis
Gets me into verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary vibes to existence
Catch me in the pitch-black path
I sit and let the sick thoughts pass through my mental
'Til I hear an instrumental
Then detrimental verbals get to spittin'
The highest in intellect, try connectin' with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal four-four
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow
For sure, I takes it to you from the door
Motherfucker, mentally I go hardcore (you know)
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC
To vocally void your whole molecular structure
Catastrophic, mystic as Mxyzptlk
Hittin' MCs like pits the deadliest lyricist

New York, New York, big city of dreams
And 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'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel
New York, New York, big city of dreams
And 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'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I serve too many people, too much, uh-huh, huh, huh
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel

We live (we live, we live)
The night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby)
We live (baby)
'Cause can't none fuck with the D-P-Gs
We live (baby)
It was the night, I serve two thousand MCs (baby)
Live (baby)
None can fuck with the DPGs
A-B-C-D-P-G-C, baby (baby), baby
A-B-C-D-P-G-C, baby (baby), baby (baby)

At day, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MCs stop in daylight
I'm the deadliest MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete? (Baby)
Nah, you can't even fade me
I fuck you, your mama, your auntie, and your lady