[Intro]
Aw, yeah
Take me back to like 1992
We on a train
The trends police comin' after us
We hop the turnstile
We hop the turnstile
We hop the turnstile
[Verse 1]
Ayo, you know this shit is real, so don't front, J
When the product hit the shelves, I had to kiss myself
So I jumped back to Brooklyn, the home of the original gun clap
Me and J. Rawls posted up like a thumbtack
And old [?] with a Dutch master broke a half
Yo, we smokin' laughs, strategize about a bag
And put the plan in motion
Flappers to [cradle?], let's take ocеan
New York is 24/7, we got to operatе
The coffers, the price done went up, we takin' office
You had the appetizer, let's order the main courses
Cut the talkin', I'm the thorn in the side of the corporate bosses
From Brooklyn corners all the way up to the Ruckers office
I been forcin' y'all to recognize who the best in New York is
Fuck a chorus, sit back and just kick it like Chuck Norris
Who else get conscious and ratchet all in the same rhyme?
How he so fresh and so classical at the same time?
Talkin' online with your fingers without the gang signs
That energy when you see me, I want the same kind
[Chorus]
Come on
We hop the turnstile
Come on
We hop the turnstile
Come on
We hop the turnstile
(Yo, Kweli, what we doin'?)
Come on
We hop the turnstile
[Verse 2]
Brooklyn, home of the thoroughbreds (Uh-huh)
So don't ask me what my borough is (Buck town)
Flatbush to flat tops
Go on, red lights in your backdrop
Closed casket, laptop
How that ass drop when I bust past the cops (Bomb, bomb, bomb)
Who got the props? Yours truly
Watch me do me (Uh)
B-I-G, ooh-wee
What the fuck you thought? Nigga, we fought for the green
Now I'm on the scene, lot of new toys
Why you actin' like you mackin'? (Like you mackin')
I'm on 88 'cause nigga backpack (Yeah)
And I don't worry about whack fashion (Nah)
All I need is a spot where my MAC fast
Dancin', bastard
Fuck it, cry
Whether the moon or the stars, trust we back at it
[Chorus]
Buckshots, we hop the turnstile
J. Rawls, yeah, we hop the turnstile
Come on
We hop the turnstile
Come on
[Verse 3]
Baby, my tag on the C train the same as the contract
Resume like I'm the third member of the artifacts
Adolescence comin' out the dresser was my cum rags
They was [?] in the lobby where the bomb at
Attitude with pot and pan for pride
This Penny Hardaway handle of mine
And the [?] reply
[?] juxtapositions and [?] tyres
With neighbors that'll dig for a dime in the deep fryer
Or used to
Now I'm in the 'burbs with the who's who
Culdesac money and the circle like a [?]
Ha
Cold Henny and a book on Willie Lynch
No vodka in my cup, no sugar in my grits, nah
Who else get conscious and ratchet all in the same rhyme?
Corner stores and cold train at the same time
Blow the horns like a chariot's tune
Black power with a white wrangler for a throne
Yeah, but ain't shit change
[Chorus]
We hop the turnstile
Come on
Yeah
We hop the turnstile
Come on
We hop the turnstile
Yo, Kweli, that's it
We hop the turnstile
[Outro]
Uh, [?]
Brooklyn all day
Come on
Uh
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
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