Lyrics:
Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie
Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie
Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan
I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten
Am I still rappin' what
at/
Homie, my case is beat, I?m still spitting heat/
Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn/
(Chorus) - (Movado)
We?re On Fire, We ain?t stoppin?/
the Range yo it's over
Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys,
affirmation
Reassess the situation
Changing my face I keep coming
Sudden Sunday morning
And I can't count to two
Somewhere in downtown Brooklyn
I see
STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
With 15 shots cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw
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
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
Chorus:
Verse Three: Vex, Mondo
Well it's the taker of the took-en, the shaker of the shook-en
My head will bop and rock like the niggaz bop in Brooklyn
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
the crack slums of mother Medina
Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina
Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary
Some say it's rap, some say it's
the same.
Sister placebo is touching me again.
Making photocopies and crashing wall street
With the Brooklyn dead.
(a-ha)
em up I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
Now break it down for me
Oh Daddy oh Daddy where have you been
Well I built a studio in Brooklyn
outta town up in Brooklyn
Rock:
Click boom
The lyrical rocket launcher
That ran up on ya
Makin shit hot as Tiajuana
You niggaz get torn ta
Pieces you
a prayer
When my mother was born
On that South Brooklyn street
It didn't look good
For my brothers and me
Born in the back of a store
That sold cigars
the midst of mothafuckin' giants
Here to bomb the system so you'll recognize
All around kings Lordz of Brooklyn in the house
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:
Brooklyn ain't beatin' nobody up
Tonight they lounge, snatchin' the hotties up
The party's stretched with girls you'd adore too
Wallflowers are home,
the right thing
Brooklyn, you got to do the right thing
And the Bronx you got to do the right thing
Queen's Island, you got to do the right thing
Long
ever listens (baby)
Yeah I'm alone with Satan
Broke up with my boyfriend
And I went off the deep end (crazy)
I'm still out in Brooklyn, wipin' off my
Llevábamos planeando
casi toda la vida
un viaje juntos a Nueva York.
Salió todo perfecto,
desde nuestra salida
hasta llegar a Brooklyn no pude
you) Du soleil à Brooklyn, j'ai vu la jeunesse d'Alger
Dans tous les océans, j'ai nagé
(I'm missing you) J'ai pleuré sous la Voie Lactée
Dans le Sahara
C? I could never be no C.I. Different pedigree of street guy. Hailing from Staten but on that Brooklyn bullshit. Cuz everything is B.I. See my flow
Cambiamo le persone anche spaccando il culo a tutti
Abbiamo mani su come difensori Curdi
La città è Padova, il mio flow Brooklyn
Dissi la mia
memleketi Brooklyn
Üstümdeki gri hoodie, değil Louis
Savaşmadan kaybetmek huyum değil
Seçerek konuş karşımda ne dediğini
Bilirkişi benim
Senin denediğin boku
Been writing some shit and I post it on snap
Big ups to the homies that gave me some gas
I'm talking 'bout Marco Christian Brooklyn Evan
Rest of you
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