Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn King, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brooklyn King |
| Time to ride. |
| Yo… yeah. |
| Lord, when you droppin'? |
| No said date, no said date, no said date |
| No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) |
| No said date, no said date |
| They said the God wasn’t never comin' home |
| Grandma in a nursin' home, my mind is blown |
| I’m known to walk alone, but the fam |
| It’s deep, yeah we all love heat |
| These military arm' marine, sub machine gun |
| Legend of Brooklyn, master craftsman |
| «Lord, when you dropping?» |
| No said date |
| Thought premeditated, well calculated |
| The air’s been tested, the people can’t wait |
| So, ahh — we agreed to send one, to swim from lost and found |
| See truth be the life preserve, we can’t drown |
| Drunk with the victory, the Wu cavalry |
| Bomb the seminar, the last «hoo-ra» for chivalry |
| Classical, Yo-Yo Ma, laced in the bulletproof fabric |
| Crafted and mastered in space |
| What better place of birth than the Earth |
| When a star is born, but the path was narrow |
| Float across the Verrazano, stack ya ammo |
| Hit 'em while we got the muscle, in the streets we hustle |
| For survival, watch the God reign, build me a brain |
| Support it with a physical frame, imperial Asiatic material |
| Scratch the serial, smoking him, he gonna need a miracle |
| Prepare for burial, it’s time, .45 to your head, drop your nine |
| We came to collect, the debt is overdue yo |
| Set to connect with Deck, we pushin' through |
| Yvette with the red Corvette from Lafayette |
| Pussy stay wet and she hold Tec |
| Respect to the six, she sexy wit a switch |
| Gun never stick when 'victions for the brick |
| Shots lick |
| No said date, no said date, no said date |
| No said date, no said date (Lord, when you dropping?) |
| No said date, no said date |
| Heh, yo, this is No Said Date |
| Peace, I’m Jamel Arief, pleasure to meet you |
| Not to offend you, something for the mental |
| Straight from the Shaolin Temple, so simple |
| Ain’t enough ink for the thoughts I think |
| They travel so rapid, it’s hard to grasp it |
| No assumption, Kay Slay get the shit thumpin' |
| Darts stay lethal, blaze one for the people |
| They traveled so far to witness |
| The killin' of a mastermind line-for-line |
| Half-time, center stage, 50 yard line |
| Long time, man for dead |
| Should’ve been, put one in his head |
| Before the poison spread to the body |
| Partly done, 'nough said… |