Brooklyn

[Intro]

Hey, hey! Haha! Say what, say what?

Haha! Hahaha! Bust it, yo!

Sometimes, I feel like I don't have a partner

Sometimes, I feel like my only friend

Is the city I live in, this beautiful Brooklyn

Long as I live here, believe I'm on fire, hey

[Chorus]

'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K

L-Y-N is the place where I stay

The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K

Best in the world and all USA

It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K

L-Y-N is the place where I stay

The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K

Place where I rest is on my born day

[Verse 1]

Bust it! Sometimes, I sit back and just reflect

Watch the world go by, and my thought connect

I think about the time past and the time to come

Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young

I used to try and come to the neighborhood function

Throw on my Izod, say a little somethin'

When I was just a youngin', before the days of thuggin'

How me and Charlie Chims, and yo, what?! I'm only buggin'

Fast forward — 9, now I gotta team my seed

I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed

Livin' the now space and time, 'round the nine-to-five

For as long as I'm alive, pah, I gotta strive

I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't part of the plan

I'm out here for my fam', doin' all that I can

I love my city! Sweet and gritty, inland to outskirts

Nickname Bucktown 'cause we prone to outburst

Philosophy redefine us, touch mine? I touch back

Walk the streets like ya sweet, and get beat like drum tracks

Catch no shakes, over Jakes (Woop-Woop!), we bust back

Bring the marty to your face with no place to run back

I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back

This ain't a game, clown, play ya James Brown and jump back

What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at

Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at

Tryin' to hunt that, recurrin' dream of high stakes

The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place

Settled by the Dutch many years ago

Three million strong, and here we go!

[Interlude]

Good morning, Vietnam!

(We live in Brooklyn, baby) (Wake up, wake up)

(We live in Brooklyn, baby) (Wake up, wake up)

[Verse 2]

Yo, sometimes, I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at

Unlike any place I ever been at

The home of big gats, deep-dish hammer rim caps

Have a mishap, push your wig back

Where you go to get the fresh trim at

Fulton and Jay got the Timb rack

Blue collars metro cardin' it

Thugs mobbin' it, form partnership, increase armament

Street pharmacists — deep consequence

When you seek sleek ornaments, you get caught

Rode the white horse and can't get off

Big dogs that trick off just get sent off

They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off

It's real, yo, but still, yo, it's love here

And it's felt by anybody that come here

Outta-towner's take the train, plane and bus here

Must be somethin' that they really want here

One year as a resident, deeper sentiment

They shout out, "Go Brooklyn!" — they representin' it

Sittin' on they front stoop, sippin' Guinness's

Usin' native dialect in they sentences

From the tree-line blocks to the tenements

To the Mom and Pop local shop businesses

We travel all around the world in great distances

And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance

That's why we call it 'The Planet'

Not a borough or a province, our style is uncommon

From Sumner to Tompkins to Lafayette Gardens

Wyckoff, Gowanus, in they army jacket linings

Yo, this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle

Friday night out in front The Himalaya, goin' wild

This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village

The '90s, and all my yarda Trini Brownsvillers

Parkside tennis courts; 30's, 40's and the 50's

The cats out in Starrett City gettin' busy

To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy

Bushwick and Canarsie

Farragut, Fort Greene and Marcy

My Flatbush posse, generals and armies

When it's time to form, just call me

And let this song be playin' loud and long, B

If you love Bucktown strongly

Raze it up!

[Verse 3]

Brooklyn — my habitat, the place where it happen at

Lives sway in the sharp balance of the battle axe

Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back

It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at

It's where my fam is at, the summertime jam is at

They play B.I.G. and get you open like a sandal back

Hotter than candle wax, hustlin', you can't relax

The crack babies tryin' to find where they mamas at

It's off the handle, Black, with big police scandals that

Turn into action screenplays sold to Miramax

The type of place where they check your appearance at

And cats who know where all the hot 'Lo gear is at

The stompin' grounds where you find the pound smokers that

Be Blazin' John, that have your wave cap floatin' back

The doorstep where the dispossessed posted at

Dope fiends out on Franklin Ave. sellin' Zovirax

You big ballin'? Better keep your money folded back

'Cause once the young guns notice that, it's over, Black!

"Brooklyn keep on takin' it!" — worldwide we known for that!

Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax

The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at

Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat!