Lyrics:
wings with that brown rice
Too many crimes scenes after wild fights
That's Brooklyn for you
I was raised on Empire Boulevard
Had rolls on Empire before
at the revolution and Crooklyn, true
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
Another day, another
B R Double O K L Y N
B R Double O K L Y N
Word to Gil Scott The Revolution starts in the heart
No diss to Jill Scott Brooklyn ain't a walk in
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
2am on the boulevard
Maybe you could catch a cab if you didn't try so hard
End up walking
Starts to rain
I am never coming back to Brooklyn again
You
$Livin $Lovin $Brooklyn by The Bliss Magnets
Verse
I’m a model
Coming down the runway
In a sheen of confidence
With that eXtra X presence
It’s
Yeah
Where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at
Step back
Balls in the air better hold they breathe
Know it going in man shoot like Seth
Ben don't break but
Brooklyn baby
c calmer lady
Ended up where she wanted
Privileged little girls don't get to cry
8 years old and they get used to tough goodbyes
And now, directly from the planet of Brooklyn
Make you sweat like Planet Fitness
I got Panamera swiftness
Verbal grams to get niggas addicted
That's
2am on the boulevard
Maybe you could catch a cab if you didn't try so hard
End up walking
It starts to rain
I am never coming back to Brooklyn
Again
at the revolution and Crooklyn, true
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
Another day, another
fuckin' know that shit
Nigga, what the fuck?
Born up in Kings County
Digital, these niggas should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This how,
that Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brook
Uh, uhh, uh huh, uh uhh, uh uhh
Uh huh, uhh
Yo, career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn
Hey brooklyn hard rock your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight your style is mad tight!!
Hey brooklyn hard rock your style is mad tight!
said yeah, uh, come on
I said yeah, uh, come on
I said yeah, ah come on
I got a Brooklyn honey and she don't want me for my money
Laughs at all my
[Chorus]
Come on y'all and feel the groove
Get on down and make your move
Welcome to the funkiest
Brooklyn style, laid out like this
I
Mic check, y'all ready to have a party out there?
I can't hear you, is Brooklyn ready to have a party out there?
Before we get started here
I'd
a burner like Kevin Durant
I keep a burner like Kevin Durant
Kyrie Irving, I aim at your earth, back-back-back, I leave it flat
Brooklyn Nets, dressed in
Brooklyn at? Where Bronx
At? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx
At? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at?
All my men is caped up
back down (I won't back down)
I won't back down (I won't back down)
Last exit to Brooklyn, last chance to turn around
Last exit to Brooklyn, gonna
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where
Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps
Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging
Defeating all foes, bring your styles
I stomp out the last
Everybody knows
The time is right for fighting in the street
Brooklyn Police Station
I don't want to go
To where they want to kidnap m
Brooklyn
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