Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Borough Check, artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Borough 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 |