Yasiin Bey - Brooklyn lyrics

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Yasiin Bey - Brooklyn lyrics

Hey hey, ha ha say what say what Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like 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 is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims, I'm only bugging Fast forward, nine now I gotta team my seed I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't part of the plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown cause we prone to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes, we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the ba** that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the Dutch many years ago Three billion strong and here we go *part two* [Mos Def] Good MORNINNNNNNNNNGG Vietnam (We're made in Brooklyn baby X2) Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at Unlike any place I ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push your wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Fulton and Jay got the Timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbing it, form partnership Increase armament, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One year as a resident, deeper sentiment Shout out "Go Brooklyn", they representing it Sitting on their front stoop sipping Guinnesses Using native dialect in they sentences From the treeline blocks to the tenements To the Mom and Pop local shop businesses Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we call it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncommon From Sumner to Tompkins to Lafayette Gardens Wyckoff, Gowan*s, in their army jacket linings Yo, this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night out in front The Himalaya going wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The 90s, and all my yarda trini Brown's Village Parkside tennis courts, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starrett City getting busy To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy Bushwick and Canarsie Farragut, Fort Greene, and Marcy My Flatbush posse, generals of armies When it's time to form, just call me And let this song be playin loud in Long B If you love Bucktown strongly Raise it up [Part 3] Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at It's where my fam is at, summertime jam is at They play Big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustlin' you can't relax The crack babies tryin to find where they mamas at It's off the handle black, with big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax The type of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the hot 'lo gear is at The stompin' grounds, where you find a pound of smoke is at Be blazin' John that have your wave cap floatin' back The doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin' Zovirax You big balling, better keep your money folded back Cause once the young guns notice that it's over, black Brooklyn keep on takin' it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the greatest MCs was a local cat

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