Franklyn Grant - Brooklyn lyrics

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) [ VERSE 1 ] I got the intro along with the cash flow Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah, I'm hard, I get s**y like Veronica I use s** as an instrument like the philharmonica No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender Ask him who's been in, sh** is like tender If he didn't like it, then return to sender He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin Just one bad-a** b**h from Brooklyn Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks Makin n***as drop whenever we hit the block They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 2 ] I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows Blow down foes, they k** at will to get a taste of my flow Vocally I rock locally and worldwide Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried Cause when you come from where I come from You gotta be tough Cause n***as'll call your bluff quick enough Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick sh** stink, n***as are slick, have you turnin tricks I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J For givin up the props to the girls around the way It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc Cause we get down when it comes to a jam Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 3 ] Everyhwere that I step they know my rep Cause I'm sayin and doin ill sh** they won't forget Breakin down doors, although I never break laws Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour Comin hard for your section, slow up Live in the flesh and about to blow up So yo, come down, and then get the f** up Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this So come with your game, cause you can't be lame As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name As long as you know all that enter are equal Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people Peace to my people on the east coast Peace to my people on the west Peace to the people up north Peace to the people down south Peace to the people in Brooklyn Peace to the people in the Bronx Peace to my people in Compton Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in Detroit Peace to my people in Houston Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Boston Peace to my people in Jersey Peace to my people in Georgia Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Richmond Peace to my people in Cali Peace to my people in Queens Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in the islands Peace to my people on the beach Peace to my people in Miami Peace to my people I send peace to my people (You know the place) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)