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
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Guru