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Empire State Of Mind Ukulele Chords

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Inspire and develop your lil' rock stars
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normal jargon 1st tab blah blah if its wrong and you have corrections please put 
them on here and message me so i can change, 

disclaimer:something about copyright 

Tuning Eb [EbAbDbGbBbEb] sorry i know its a pain to re-tune

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn
Now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
[G]          F
I’m the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
  F           F
I can make it anywhere
                   F            [G]
Yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem
Hola my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
[G]          F
Took it to my stash spot
560 State street
  F           F
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
[G]           C
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
              C                         [G]
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m out that Bed-Stuy
Home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard
                   F            [G]
And I brought my boys with me


[G]            Am
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from


New York
G                                  Am
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
G                                Am
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York

[Verse 2]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip, though
But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot
Corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa stuff
Home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
8 million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade

3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade
Long live the king yo
I’m from the Empire State, that's:


[same chords as the chorus but played as bar chords]

Welcome to the bright light
Lights is blinding
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The side lines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse
Don’t bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd
Now you're in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien


One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"
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