Lyrics My Neighborhood (feat. Pack FM) - DJ JS-1, Pack FM

My Neighborhood (feat. Pack FM)

I said I was gonna do a song about Brooklyn
So I’m not gonna do a song about Brooklyn
It could be from Brooklyn without being from Vietnam
Not every drug mule from the hood
Have balls flying in their window tonight
I love my neighborhood it’s not all bad
Everything was all good just a week ago
And it’s still just as good right now
(My neighborhood)
You wish you could come into my neighborhood, neighborhood (in my neighborhood)
Yo, I grew up on the fun side, the New York one side
Stay in the love was quite easy
Sunshine just like the dude on TV
Running no rock tooth hair peezy
Hyper lil' some bitch always is some other shit
A tree grew in Brooklyn, My house was in front of it
Off the wall softball you don’t want none of this
Race down the block and let you know who’s run this shit
Where?
In my neighborhood (In my neighborhood)
You wish you could come into my neighborhood, neighborhood (in my neighborhood)
You like to hear the story
Again and again
About the B to the K to the L Y N
Not a talk about my rubble B though it would be obvious
But I see less brooklyn dodgers and more cosby kids
And i ain’t livin ten-stick-wood ave put your ear to the window
Still hear kids laugh cause the only time we hear sirens
Is when the firemen turned off the hydrant
But once they was gone AJ got the tool box and turned it
Back on block parties kept going till the crack of dawn
We ain’t have a balcony up in mya’s thing we made due
With the view from the fire escape and on the fourth of july
Yeah we light up the sky, but not with the gats all we need is a matchstick
Hang up the milk crate, use it as a basket
Red alert saturday night speakers blastin, where?
In my neighborhood (In my neighborhood)
You wish you could come into my neighborhood, neighborhood (in my neighborhood)
Now dominique’s pop’s drove an ice cream truck
So my house was the first stop hows that for luck
Bide my bike around the block with jermaine
And his brothers while his uncles
And his cousins played spades with his mother
Then after dark sneak to taffy park and
Start writin on the walls
Where they play hand ball but little did the people
Know the vandal was this little bro right underneath their nose playin
Coco leave me yo?, catch me if you can was the object
You never know i live two blocks from the projects
I can’t front man
Them days were gone man
Yall know where I’m going with this right
J S-1 Let em know where we at