Lyrics Brooklyn - Ice Prince

Brooklyn

Chopsticks chopsticks
Ya!
Miyagi
Ya!
Oh my!
Ye!
Miyagi
Miyagi
Ice
Zamani!
Twita twita twita ya!
I say!
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke (this ain’t no joke)
How I got this far gat everybody stoked (everybody stoked)
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke (this ain’t no joke)
How I got this far gat everybody stoked (everybody stoked)
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
Ah!
baba tise o baba tise o we do comot from ghetto
Nigga steady on a ladder the shit gat me high like falsetto
I’ll be coming with a ladder and banging my chips like potato
Pulling up in my BMW shit is black like a kettle
Its hundred grands upon hundred grands
I wish this niggas gotta understand
I wish this niggas can get the picture before I pull out my chopper in front of
them
I got hundreds of hundreds of hundred ways
Been on my mic for a hundred days
I’ve been in and out of sections teaching niggas lessons I predicted will
follow me
Eh!
365 am going out of control
Eoh!
How many times I wanna tell you my story
Eh!
How many times am gonna tell you my life
When am around they look at me and laugh
When I’ll be talking nobody survive
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
Shout out my woes in the dark
We gon’make it to the top
I gat 99 problems
I ain’t worry about a thang
Mama told me boy know yourself oh hell I wuda na
Cos lil men jackin my swaaaag
Somebody tell em to stop
I ain’t tripping I ain’t tripping amma get it yeah I was chosen for real my
nigga
Bet it boy when I pull up on them shorties well I gat oceans for real my nigga
In the kitchen cos I gat all the fries my neck frozen for real my nigga
Cash rules evrything around me C.R.E.A.M all those are for real my nigga
I gat your broth on my facetime and she dance alot machinery
I dont even know a word in MB Godamn they gat part of me
Cos she know say money dey
Stacking mula everyday
Working with the lamb all my pocket full of papers now it’s everyday
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Am out hear poppin for real and this ain’t no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o we don comot from Brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o we don comot from Brooklyn
We don comot from Brooklyn
Brooklyn
We don comot from Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Aii!