New Directions Boys (New Directions Girls:)
Bum, bum, bum (Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Bum, bum, bum (Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)

Artie:
Yeah, yeah, now I'm up at Brooklyn (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to DeNiro (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
But I’ll be hood forever, I’m the new Sinatra (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
And since I made it here, I can make it anywhere (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Yeah they love me everywhere

Finn:
I used to cop in Harlem (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
All of my Dominicanos, right there up on Broadway (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Five Sixty State street (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

Puck: [bad word] down 8th street (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Off white Lexus (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m up at Bed-Stuy (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Home of that boy Biggie (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
Still sipping Mai Tai's (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
J-gga I be spiked out (Santana: C'mon)
I can trip a referee (Santana: C'mon)
Tell by my attitude (Santana: C'mon) that I most definitely from…

Santana and Rachel with New Directions:
New York (Puck: Hey, aha)
Concrete jungle (Puck: Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do (Puck: Yeah)
Now you’re in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Puck: Aha aha aha)
These streets will make you feel brand new (Rachel: You feel brand new) (Puck: New)
Big lights will inspire you (Rachel: Inspire you) (Puck: Cmon)
Let's hear it for New York (Puck: Your [bad word] old G)
New York, New York (Puck: I hold you high sugar)

Finn:
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa)
Dude I made a Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa), but I aint a crip tho
But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though [bad word] to the Melting Pot (Mercedes: 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

Puck:
8 million stories out there in it naked (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
The city is a pity half o' y’all won’t make it (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Me (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m payin' Dwayne Wade
3 dice Cee-Lo (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum)
3 card Marley (New Directions Girls: Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Labor Day Parade, Rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty (Mercedes: Whoa, whoa) (New Directions Boys: Bum, bum, bum) (Santana: Cmon)
Long live the World trade (Santana: C'mon) (New Directions: Yeah, eh)
Long live the kingdom (Santana: C'mon) (New Directions: Yeah, eh)
I’m from the empire state that's…

Santana with New Directions:
New York (Rachel: New york!) (Puck: Heey) (Santana: Huh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do (Puck: That you can't do) (Mercedes: You can't do, oh)
Now you’re in New York (Rachel: You're in New York) (Santana: Huh, yeah) (Puck: