[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)