Lyrics:
Hey! Williamsburg Brooklyn, stand up
I see you, red lipstick
Uh huh skinny jeans and it's beanie season
Coffee cups, bottom's up
Let's change
Williamsburg, stand up
Brooklyn Wad up
Bushwick
Let's go
Pulled up in the Rari, (Skrrrr)
Bitch you my daughter
I'm not your mommy (Nah)
Quiet storm,
Perhaps you could help me, I'm a bit lost
Sure, no problem
Where Brooklyn at?
You take the Williamsburg Bridge or the
Where Brooklyn at?
What? Are you
tight wit' it
The Williamsburg swerve, Coney Island stylin' on 'em
Canarsie flawsy, Park slope dope, you know?
Ya dig? This fa Brooklyn; it's young
Is Brooklyn in here tonight?
[Chorus:]
Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brook! Brook! Brook!
Where Brooklyn at,
Of course I've missed you
I've missed everyone
Everyone?
How can I be from Brooklyn
And not miss Brooklynites?
Crown Heights to Cypress Hills
Lost in the charm, the magic that you bring (you bring)
From DUMBO to Williamsburg, the energy's so bright (so bright)
Brooklyn nights, a love affair,
Build it up Build it up
Fill it up Fill it up
Everyday I wake up in Brooklyn
Look out my window see another building
Oh my god they're building
BANDS THAT MASHUP CROSBY STILLS & NASH WITH COOLIO
BOOZE AT UNION POOL AFTER MOVING THROUGH THE STUDIO
BUSHWICK AIN'T EAST WILLIAMSBURG, BUT NIKKUHS TRIED
I can't stand that block
Police saw me make two turns and then the van got stopped
Was on our way to Williamsburg, they asked where I was headed
at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
Brooklyn? Over the bridge?
Over the Williamsburg Bridge?
That's the hardest bridge, I've heard,
I've never done it."
And I'm like, "Yeah, it's no big deal,
I
to Brooklyn?
What happened to New York?
What happened to my scene?
What happened to punk rock, rock?
You called me the queen
Of the downtown scene, babe
How
Six million ways to mob, choose one
South Brooklyn ting, aye
Sheesh, sheesh (Yeah, yeah)
Sheepshead (Rose)
Stand up
Whoa, whoa
My city cold, this
In a ballroom at the belfry, where swans all sit and stare,
There was an young girl they called Jocelyn and Jocelyn was everywhere.
A brooklyn heart
and the order's pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city, driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
to all the girls in Brooklyn City
you got a stylish look that's modern and oh so pretty
in a borough of New York City
Williamsburg chic is right up
to DUMBO
Williamsburg to the cobblestone streets of Soho
From a basement in Bushwick
To a penthouse in Tribeca
We made it in New York
Yeah the greatest city
the air
Down to home
And you can stand
On the arms
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
resolute
And your spirit, well, it's untamable
Those Brooklyn streets: so varied and vast
Simply strolling them was inspirational
And standing, pausing, mid
the way from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side
Girl you know I'd never ever ever think to leave you
Though it's an endeavor every time I want to see you
the air
Down to home
And you can stand
On the arms
Of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying
Hey man, well this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus
of Vice magazine
Social outcast at sixteen
But now she lives her Boho dream
She came from Omaha to Williamsburg
She loved Karen O and she had heard
That
the air, down to home
And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying, hey man, well, this is Babylon
And you can fire out on a bus,
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