| Song: Where Brooklyn At?
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| Typed by Davida. |
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| Haha, yo it’s Bekay, you know I had to get Ol' Dirty up on this one, right?
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| (What we want ya’ll to do) listen up (we want ya’ll to get on up)
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| Get up, get up (Cuz this is Joe Dirt McGirt) Dirt McGirt (and the Bekay)
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| Bekay (the KONMAN) KONMAN (this is that old wicked and wild shit)
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| Yeah, let em know Dirt Dog, it’s Bekay, ya’ll better wake up homie
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| Yo yo, these rappers are coming out the closet soon
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| And I don’t need a Street Fighter to puff some Sonic Booms
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| These cats act calm, but they break the most
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| Yo, I went on Fear Factor and ate the host!
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| The rhymes stay hard
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| So many hits in New York they told Aron to quit his day job
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| Yo I came for the game, your dame
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| Your fame, your chain, your chick’s brain, it’s all the same
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| And you gon know my name, I’m thorough
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| B-E-K-A-Y pronounced just like the boro
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| Next best in rap, respect this track
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| Call KONMAN and Kanye to get this track
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| Chicks love when I pick up the bill quicker
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| They wanna be a rich girl like Allie Hilfiger
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| Yo, the game lost, but we took it back
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| Now everybody scream out 'where brooklyn at?'
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| If you trying to get rich, but your ass still stuck in the hood (hey
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| Ya, hey ya, hey ya)
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| If you’re drunk as hell, and that fat chick’s looking real good (hey
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| Ya, hey ya, hey ya)
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| You gotta earn this free drink, so why don’t cha keep shaking
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| Ya hips *Hey ya
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| Hey ya, hey ya*
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| And wild out to this Bekay KONMAN platinum shit *hey ya, hey ya, hey ya*
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| Ayo I been here, got the feeling my name’s due
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| Ask M.O.P., can I get a Lil Fame too?
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| Why you hating, faking, patiently waiting, debating
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| Rap I’m taking, face it, amazing, I’m blazing
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| I ain’t never really heard of you
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| So dissing Bekay, sonny, that’s absurd to do
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| Really passing ya’ll herbs, see?
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| Put a hole in your chest bigger than a basketball jersey
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| Bekay, destined for fame
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| Been known to shut your favorite club down when I step on the stage
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| Chicks jock me, named the kid cocky
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| They say real can spot real, so I know ya’ll can spot me
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| Honeys spoil me royally
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| I mean I’m around birds so much Colional Sanders pays my roayltys
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| Pound a shot, get messy too
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| If not, pour it on a person standing next to you
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| Yo watch Bekay and follow
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| I don’t pass the courvoisier, I chug it straight out the bottle
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| Gamble in the hood, play cee-lo loco
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| Puertorican mamis say «Don Cito loco»
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| I’m business, the mic is a hobby
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| I can drop dead on the dance floor and still be the life of the party
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| Now fellas, get the condoms ready
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| Take that, honey shake that thing till your bra gets sweaty
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| You say you only drink Cris? |
| Shut up
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| My crew will drink anything as long as it gets us fucked up
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| I know chicks who slam shots of Hennessey
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| They wakin up next to me the next day, and they don’t even remember me
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| Cats tell lies, ya’ll loving the fables
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| I got chicks who could drink ya’ll under the table
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| It’s Bekay, screaming it loud
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| Cuz the future of hip-hop is now
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| Bekay (Say Bekay)
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| Dirt McGirt (say Dirt McGirt)
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| Bekay
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| Dirt McGirt
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| Bekay (Say Bekay)
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| Dirt McGirt (Say Dirt McGirt)
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| Bekay
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| Dirt McGirt
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| Yo we do it like this (and we out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where Brooklyn At? , by - BekaySong from the album Where Brooklyn At?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп