Brooklyn‐Queens

Real cool Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Real cool, 'cause Brooklyn's cool Friday doin' the last day of school Girls steppin' to the mall to swing Settin' up dollars for their summer fling Cars on the avenue create gridlock And there's girls like mad at the bus stop Not waitin' on the bus but waitin' on the cash flow Fellas are laughin', gassin' the past hoe Girl steps to me and pushes issue That knot you got, is that money or tissue? Feelin' on the bulge, thinkin' it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs to her thighs And we should talk over some Chinese and fries I tell her to step but hey, that's the scene 'Cause she ain't nothin' but the Brooklyn-Queen We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn Otherwise known as Crooklyn Freaks fortify flesh with gold Ears hang trunk in a slave hold Walk past, don't get the time of day Played like a suede on a summer sway Conversated till I made her laugh Said, "I'm Pete Nice, you want my autograph?" Oval Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this" Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants 'Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens Squared away with my digits and tonight's plans When I feel the crab, grab my right hand Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her Asking her, "What's the reason for the drama?" Her next move was straight out of textbook "Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look "Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste So I'm forced to give you nothing but the gas face" "You better go for hoppin' on the cab or bus 'Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous But get this, ain't this a humdinger?" She stepped to a retard sportin' a four-finger ring Somewhere in the skin tight jeans I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Last exit to Brooklyn, I enter Carefully the Queen holds my scepter Gettin' numb like a derelict on scotch I'm Dick Lewis, 'cause baby I'm watchin' you Scheme on a brother for a knot To choose between the have and the have-not Do you doubt the shade of vanilla? I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla Oh, he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee Advertise cheap liquor for a fee A Brooklyn-Queen, rushes Russell Simmons That's like Tyson rushin' Givens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens We are looking for the Brooklyn We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn