Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Bridge, artist - M-Phazes. Date of issue: 21.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brooklyn Bridge |
| «This is the place where stars are born» — MC Shan |
| «And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin» — MC Lyte |
| The big city of dreams, feel pity for fiends |
| Gritty shifty in schemes, pretty shitty it seems |
| But we walkin on the gold mine, lovin this place |
| Ace, Babu, Coalmine, up in your face |
| Along with — introducin Bekay on the mic |
| I stare right at Flatbush Ave when I’m prayin at night |
| Some pack gats, leavin other cats blasted |
| And even the white chicks be rockin fat asses |
| Always hot, not just when the summer here |
| Coney Island cyclonin it, or jumpin on the wonder wheel |
| Fiends on the floor look for crack 'til they knees break |
| Or Puff could be a dick and make you walk here for cheesecake |
| Ain’t no war, but we rock camouflauge |
| Ridin bikes, one on the pegs and one up on the handlebars |
| If you poppin shit y’all kids is just hatin |
| On the home of Biggie Smalls and the original Nathan’s |
| Go door to door, see we more than sorta raw |
| And you can cop anything you ever really needed in corner store |
| Where everybody says they sell crack |
| And the DT’s all dressed up in the old Giants throwbacks |
| It kinda gets me alive, cause when I’m up in the hood |
| Half them dudes yo they think I’mma cop (BE-KAY!) |
| Embrace it as heaven, stars is born |
| In this place, where Masta Ace is a legend |
| Anywhere else ain’t breakin me fam |
| Cause I grew up in Brooklyn, these streets yo, they made me a man |
| What’chu poppin? |
| Your crew lame (IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE~!?) |
| You know we are son, the top of the food chain |
| «This is the place where stars are born» |
| («Go Brooklyn») «You know the place!» |
| — Lyte |
| «This is the place where stars are born» |
| «And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin» |
| I’m from the B-R-double-O-K, L-Y-N |
| If I wasn’t, then why would I yell I am? |
| You see, this be the home of Spike Lee |
| Folks think it’s dangerous — I don’t know it might be slightly |
| But that depends on which blocks you be steppin down |
| Cause certain neighborhoods they never put they weapon down |
| I lived in Flatbush, grew up in Brownsville |
| And every now and then you see me around Steele |
| I used to hang a lot in Bushwick, Decatur and Evergreen |
| Some of the best parties you ever seen |
| I lived in Clinton Hills, on Myrtle Ave, near Fort Greene |
| I screwed up my face hard and walked mean |
| I spent a lot of time in East Medina, where the police are meaner |
| And I wish the streets was cleaner |
| Cause it’s crime every where, it ain’t fair, but who care? |
| Not the Governor and not the new Mayor |
| I guess we forced to live this kind of life |
| If you ask me, Brooklyn be the best place to find a wife |
| If you want a chick to hold you down, and have your back |
| Brooklyn be the ideal habitat |
| Cause she ain’t havin that, let’s hit the par where we gather at |
| Form a cipher, and spit a battle rap |
| You wanna come through you need a referral |
| It’s M.A. and Bekay in the song about my borough, c’mon |