Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Borough Check , by - Digable Planets. Song from the album Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Borough Check , by - Digable Planets. Song from the album Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBorough Check |
| Space I got round to |
| Acted when I fee it |
| In how I see it |
| You be it if you be it |
| Started out in crooklyn |
| … butters word |
| Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill |
| Hold up |
| Aww shit, oh shit |
| Guy look who that is |
| Look who rolled up in this piece |
| Peace y’all |
| Word up, brooklyn everyday |
| Hey yo yo, lets do that brooklyn shit |
| It’s the day |
| Yeah we gonna da that shit |
| We gonna give it to them in style right? |
| Yeah yeah |
| China, who we rock one for |
| Who we rock one for |
| Crooklyn everday |
| Brooklyn is up in here |
| Uhh, block party, corner store |
| The downtown, the projects |
| Barber shops |
| My clique is so tight |
| The mix tapes, yeah, forever |
| Yo word |
| Yo one fro the trouble |
| Two for the time |
| Three fro the rumble |
| Four for the rhyme |
| Do that crooklyn shit style all the time |
| Yeah yeah, what |
| Who want it yeah yeah kid |
| One, two uh |
| Brooklyn, Brooklyn, big borough with teeth |
| But everything in Brooklyn ain’t always what it seems |
| You might get hurt if you come from out of town |
| But down by lord that’s word |
| Fantastic |
| Show stoppin emcees |
| Yeah here streets is move by Glocks in whos pocket |
| But if you’re down come around check the super rhyme |
| We don’t drop dimes |
| Come and have a funky time |
| Well it’s the 718 and everything is straight |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| With the type street curb hangers and the beat don’t |
| Shtop |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| It’s no lie, do or die in the land of show and prove |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| Well Keith, Cee-Know, my fist and Butter’s 'fro |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy L’s to spark |
| It’s crowded plus they jerkin my space |
| Shouted cause they chase when I strut out |
| Sift through my block I’m c-cool |
| She’s my mood to brace |
| Stole my mind back black |
| So what you play the boards |
| Skimmer we got butter so surfaces out |
| Clever, and I fix it for you, funk time is monk time |
| Slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my pack |
| And we for whatever |
| We get down in this pleasure heavy |
| And we are measured by the tens degrees of math |
| In a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle |
| Can’t keep the three foot three above mec |
| In so depth I defect |
| With my vanguard squad the gods in brooklyn |
| And we troopin throught the Fulton forkways |
| The eastern parkways |
| I’m broader than broadway, nothing more than morays |
| I sways, why cause I’m a Brooklyn stroller |
| No ones cooler, pigs on my boulder |
| So I switch my pitch as I stretch down Atlantic |
| Strictly slickly with my fork mean tactic |
| In fact it’s really on the daily |
| Kids with guns and herbs look for herbs |
| Now I think you feel me |
| I freaks it, cause yo like my pimp stroll is cool |
| When I creeps up the sweet and jeeps blast |
| Tools rule the area, yo these fool don’t play |
| I got the comrades of love, so the g stays |
| Brooklyn side with the crooklyn slide |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| Out on Fulton ave. |
| where the honeys be at |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| Type slick, keep it movin when it’s after dark |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh |
| No lies, do or die in the land of show and prove |
| The place where I dwell is where the warriors dwell |
| Too many stories to tell |
| So on the block we don’t talk |
| Stack of loot takin propers |
| Might get a serious offer from a corrupt ass copper |
| So um, stop the nonsense |
| Brooklyn is the illest, the realest |
| Observe these words as I reveal this |
| Man my peoples out here they get down for this |
| Each one’s a one man gang with a crown for this |
| Mad burners to handle any business |
| And mad sneaky ways so ain’t leavin any witness |
| Got way more drama the theatrical lessons |
| So my suggestion, you come correct no question |
| Cause if you comin with that funny hot dog style |
| You might get looted, executed black mob style |
| From east New York back to Fort Green |
| Brooklyns' classic mystical magic scene |
| We are plush like a million bucks |
| Down every ave for like a zillion blocks |
| Blowin out |
| With my nappy hoods down Fulton |
| Bless and guess style limpin past the Walt Whitman |
| Steelo’s changed on the corners we hang |
| The crime stoppers get mad with poppers and tens |
| And my scrambles ample kid, no part timin, just rhymin |
| In other words, I play these curbs, with j u ice |
| When they say you nice, I say son a little somethin |
| Brooklyn’s asphalt rolls like a syl keith rodeo |
| We bump the big sound, down and gritty |
| Record and mic checkin, no question, this section of |
| New York City |
| Where the crooks lounge out, Black Power is found |
| Butterfly ground the sky favorite package of pound |
| It’s like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out |
| Mad moneys wish they g like us, clout |
| When I’m in the boogie I’m imported, I study chairman Mao |
| Ain’t nothin but Crooklyn in my plasma now |
| I got my g’s behind the tongue of my gold high classics |
| I’m all city when I’m dipped, if you want us you can find us (aw shit) |
| We live in brooklyn |
| Coney island’s buck whiling and we b-boy stylin |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| Yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that |
| Mad game, takin wins, the shit is real son |
| We live in Brooklyn |
| With my girls and marissa now you’re up in Cambridge |
| Fly shit |
| And every spot we hit is gettin blown |
| That’s just how we do it baby |
| Out here in Brooklyn baby |
| Slick move |
| Cause can’t nothin stop up but us |
| So we gettin ours baby |
| Nothin but Brooklyn baby |
| Ft. |
| Green, The Sty, Queensburg, Coney I |
| It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, Brooklyn |
| Red Hook, Crown Heights, it’s tight |
| It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, Brooklyn |
| Bushes, wigs, flat, it’s east New York, Brownsville |
| It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, Brooklyn |
| Sights, everywhere, Brooklyn style everywhere |
| It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, Brooklyn |
| Brooklyn style |
| Y’all the hippest people in the world |
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Lyrics of the artist's songs: Digable Planets
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