Brooklyn Girls

[Produced by Charles Hamilton]

[Intro]

Uh, hahaha, uh

Only I can get away with something like this, uh-huh

Y'all know my name (Charles Hamilton)

[Verse 1]

I'm an uptown boy with Soho flavor

The beat is D minor, but I'm oh-so major

I do my own thing, so I owe no favors

Can't do it now, then I won't go later

Haters wanna see the boy get lost in the sauce

But it's gravy, so boy, get lost

Nah, I ain't cocky, I'm just stating the obvious

HchO the boss and I'm making his pockets rich

Hate it or not, I am great and I'm 'bout to get greater

Hit the Peja like I play with Stojakovic

I keep it real and my ladies do the same

High class chicks that be crazy in the brain

Style so mean, swag is vicious

Smile O.D, ass delicious

Stay getting money, no need for eBay

My heart is Harlem World, but I'm loving BK

[Chorus: Charles Hamilton]

I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

[Verse 2]

My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore

She 'bout getting money in her juicy couture

Do she get bored with the Gucci? Of course

So the Louis she sports 'til it ain't new anymore

Then she cop another one, makin' hoes gettin' madder

Gettin' more money, so the price don't matter

Ain't seen her in a minute, know her ass got fatter

And if you think she bad, then her friends are way badder

Kendra's a Christian, never seen freakin'

In church every weekend, she need to be deacon

Had a model bitch name Viva, we ain't speakin'

But I had her screamin' whenever I was beatin'

She been callin', creepin', crawlin'

Maybe she would chill if I would beat it often

And Rhonesha's fly and she sweeter than Splenda

Cause no one ever slows her agenda

[Chorus]

I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

[Verse 3]

As we smoke da-la-la-la

BK gettin' money, no nine-to-five

Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-se, ma-ma-ku-sa

It don't make sense, but admit it, it's kinda hot

BK girls down with that ride or die

So I always keep one right by my side

See I love New York, I ain't gotta lie

So if you messin' with my ladies it's homicide

I got a friend named Shayna, she like Bill Bellamy and "How to Be a Player"

Shorty is a player, can't nobody play her

Can't nobody game her, 'cause she ain't a gamer

Baby girl ballin' kinda like the Lakers

If you would trade her like Shaq, then see you later

Player, she do it so easy, it's kinda like a layup

She could lay up with your boy with no make up

Keep doin' her and I'ma keep doin' me

Even on the road, I'ma keep two or three

Bad BK chicks that speak fluently

In the Hamilton language, girl, speak to me please

I remember when I couldn't get a girl for shit

Now I can't get rid of any girl for shit

So when they look at me, I don't look away

I spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

Now let the hook play

[Chorus]

I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but

(They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)

(D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)