Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound – New York (Live) Lyrics

New York (Live)

Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound

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"New York (Live)." - Snoop Dogg & Tha Dogg Pound

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:45 am

Album: Tupac: Live At the House of Blues

Track No: 16

We gon' represent the East Coast for y'all
Baby!
Make some motherfuckin' noise
Throw up the W's
Throw up your W's
Come on, say that shit
Throw 'em up, yo

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 out of town
But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound

It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like meese
To see me, it's gonna take a miracle

I'm drivin' motherfuckers hysterical
With a touch of this thrister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mind state
Motherfuckers, my creation make the men with the bolsa
You can't compare a palace to Confucius, I'm deadly
Reduce ya like Medusa with thoughts to share
They can see throughout the ship and spear far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winter

Up against the number one contender as I enter
'Cause I get treated like friction

Find a circle, hold jurisdiction
React, this fact, not fiction
Telepathic addiction to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
I'm so suicidal, brainwaves convey
Through the average motherfucker's mind these days

I'm all ready to pervert it
Take ten steps, then turn and shoot the first nigga smirkin'
I give a fuck what's your name
What you claim or why you came
Motherfucker, don't explain
Simply don't tick me 'cause I'm simply
Layin' hoes like Semte, 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 out of town
But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
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 out of town
But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel

Hit me a couple G's, throw at the MCs
I bow to his knees, oh, you got the juice?
I squeeze the juice, stay barbaric, versatile
You no kin to me, so how the fuck you inherit my style?

Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by I don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and pieces, lyrical telekinesis
Dips me into verbally addictive
Violent vocabulary vibes to existence
Catch me in a pissed black past
I sit and let the sick thoughts pass
Through my mental 'til I hear an instrumental
Mean and detrimental verbals get to spittin'

The highest of intellect try connectin' with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden
Vocally chosen to explore new terrains
And remain unseen throughout the war
Dips like a low-low with my verbal .44
The cold, cold complexion MC with the slow flow
Fo' sho', I takes it to you from the door

Motherfucker, where did I go? You know
I disconnect ya, corrupt a
MC to vocally void your whole molecular structure
I'm catastrophic, mystic as missile flickin'
In the West Coast, I'm the deadly inheritance

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 out of town
But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
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 out of town
But I'm down by law and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
Too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin', ain't gon' be no sequel

We live, we live, we live
Tonight I served two thousand MCs
We live, baby

We live, baby
It was the night I served two thousand MCs
We live, baby
What's the letters of the alphabet?
A-B-C-D-P-G-C
Louder, louder, louder, louder
A-B-C-D-P-G-C
Louder, louder, louder, louder

Baby

Aight, well we gon' handle this shit like this

Writer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Edward G Fletcher, Reginald Lamar Griffin & Melvin Glover.

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