Crooklyn

[Spoken: Bob Woolf]

Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide

And the count now is one-and-one to Jackie Robinson

Billy Martin...

[Intro: Special Ed]

Yeah, we represent

Church Ave., Nostrand Ave. in the house, Flatbush Ave

My brothers in Bed-Stuy, Throop Ave., word up

Fort Green, Crooklyn, yeah

[Chorus: Scratches]

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

[Verse 1: Special Ed]

Panic as another manic depressant

Adolescent stares at death, now, what's left

When there ain't no guide and a whole lot of pride?

It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide

We don't want no problems, B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

'Cause life is too short and it just gets shorter

I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter

Last year alone in the dead zone

Walk straight, but don't walk late

'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made from what it made me

'Cause nobody ever played me

Now it's only gettin' worse

Buckshot and Ace in the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face!

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]

We be doin' it up Crooklyn style!

What does it take to get you wild?!

My mentality is gettin' iller!

Killer instinct is tryna infiltrate, but wait!

I know you wanna enter, but I can't let ya in

My mind-state's the maddest, I'm Gone with the Wind

Because it is survival of the fittest

When the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand

Black man with the permanent tan

I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn!

[Verse 3: Buckshot]

I'm feelin' another part of reality

Hit me when I represent the F.A.P

Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building

I mean literally when I say, "I make a killin'"

For my cipher, see, I'm finnin' to bust a piper

Original heads represent the Brooklyn all-nighter

Do or die — I'm sayin', "It's you and I"

Bring your clique, so we can get Stone like Family Sly

Peace to C.I. and the Bush

Mighty Mateen, Ruck and the Rock givin' a push

[Chorus: Scratches]

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

[Verse 4: Masta Ace]

We did it like that and now we do it like this

We did it like that and now we do it like this

Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss

And just think about the steel in your fist

It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm

That makes all the homeboys swarm

Can I drop the bomb? Oh, yes, I can

Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan

Who is the man? That kid there!

Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?

Angela, uhh.. Davis, and we roll like Avis

Rent-a-Car kid, there you are

[Verse 5: Special Ed]

You know where to find me, whenever you need me

If you know the Ave., follow the path

To the land of the aftermath, but don't frolic in the midst

Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids!

'Cause they always throwin' a body on my lawn

I'm gettin' a Rottweiler without a collar

Get off my block, boy, and give me a dollar

For the trouble, or get blown up like a bubble

[Verse 6: Buckshot]

Now, let's take a sec' to think back

To the year of the '7-0, when Brooklyn was the place to go

Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights

Ebbets Field, feel the real-to-real on your life

Trife individuals live in the PJ's

Dee Evil, check my DJ

Hey, play, what I wanna play in the day

But in the night, I feel the right, took the left

Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down

Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate

Howard, Tapscott and Sutter

I remember way back in the days playin' Hot Peas & Butter

Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn session

Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun

[Verse 7: Special Ed]

Press your luck, you'll get stuck by Buck for your bucks

Masta Ace has the taste for ducks

And duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga

"Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones"

While I kick some ancient poems through your domes

Act went back to attack your homes

So, Tip, can I flip? (Yes, you can)

I'm in a World War with Muhammad, my man

[Verse 8: Masta Ace]

Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger!

Uh-huh! What's happenin' to ReRun and Roger?

I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block

From Dwayne, and Dwayne had a Glock

'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family

And Reuben Kincaid drives a 300-E

And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company

Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry

This is a '70s thing from the days

When kids didn't act so crazed in Crooklyn

[Chorus: Scratches]

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"

"Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"

[Outro: 1956 World Series]

Against the wall

Here comes Gilliam scoring!

Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins!

Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins!