York's alright New York's alright New York's alright If you like saxophones New York's alright If you wanna get pushed In front of the subway New York
to ring my funeral bell I don't wanna go to heaven, don't wanna go to hell I happen to like New York, I happen to like New York I happen to like New York
: [unknown singer - words can't be clearly heard - first 45 seconds] [Kool Keith] I look at you as the sweet one, the one to touch When I'm rubbin you
from the perimeter Two shot, three shot, all into ya On mics I does my thing Agua, I flow like Poland Spring Not from Maine, I'm from New York mayne I
tuberculosis! New York's alright if you like art and jazz! New York's alright if you're a homosexual! New york's alright, New York's alright, New York
[unknown singer - words can't be clearly heard - first 45 seconds] [Kool Keith] I look at you as the sweet one, the one to touch When I'm rubbin you
