Lyrics:
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
[Wyclef]
Yo, the Brooklyn Bridge is going to collapse yo
Yo, this is Wyclef Jean the Refugee Allstars up in here
The CNN for the world
Yo what's this
Queens, Long Island, and Brooklyn too
From the Rockefeller Center to 5th Avenue
Still my favorite place in the Empire State is in bed with you
Reminiscing reminiscing bout the
Brooklyn summers light it up
Only dreams we chased were ice cream trucks
Oh when I was a girl
You were my world
Brooklyn
bench where the kids smoke blunts
they marching on brooklyn
they marching on brooklyn
they marching on brooklyn
that shit gon’ never be the same
they
to the J
Now who knows what that spells?
Let's celebrate Brooklyn now
Even the Gowanus Canal
Even the Gowanus Canal
Even the Gowanus Canal
One day the world will be an airport
Over Brooklyn skies
Where the rain once fell
I lost myself
To the one I love
And then Vera came around
This is a song for Brooklyn
This is a song for my Brooklyn
She comes down on the weekend
She's my sun and my medicine
I miss my Brooklyn
I ain't
on the radio
In the back of a taxi cab in Brooklyn
Oh, no, no, the sun could rise
Burning all the street lamps out at 3 AM
So, DJ, play it again
Until
Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx! (Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!)
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside
the time
The bridge has always been there
The crowds remain the same
We took the high line not Brooklyn in the rain
We took the high line not Brooklyn in
Brooklyn's in the house (word up)
Brooklyn's always in the house tonight (Queens in the house)
De La is in the house (word up)
Uptown is in the house
Word
Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin',
need some street lights
Corner store, Biggie blasting past my door
I just need some Brooklyn Love
Missing all those city nights
Dance floors, Brownsville
Yo what up its the blast master KRS-One
And I'm chilling in Brooklyn
Now we come down right now to let you know
That MC Lyte is not to be fucked with
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Cheap china shoes
Tight on my feet
All man-made fabric
Worn out and beat
Pacing the floor
Walking the street
You fly over Brooklyn
Back in
I was raised off of struggle on ah Brooklyn night
Now ah nigga had to hustle on dem Brooklyn nights
I was always on ah corner on ah Brooklyn night
tryna write a screenplay
Brooklyn's very own
Brooklyn's very own
Brooklyn's very own
Black on black she vogue
Make her touch her toes yeah
Shawty coming
to make an entrance so back on up *ahhhh*
Cause Brooklyn about to rip shit up
downtown Brooklyn
Oh word (Mike D)
Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme-style writer you're a rhyme-style thief
I may be paranoid you
Brooklyn, Downtown
So don't ask me to wine and dine ya
I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina
You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin',
the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge bon-voyage
Yeah from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain
through all black like a Amish
Holsters under the armpit, the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss
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