| I got the intro along with the cash flow
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| Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos
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| Yeah, I’m hard, I get sexy like Veronica
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| I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica
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| No, I ain’t tall, but I’m small and I’m slender
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| Ask him who’s been in, shit is like tender
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| If he didn’t like it, then return to sender
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| He didn’t do that, it’s too fat, he remembers
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| Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin
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| Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn
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| Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks
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| Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block
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| They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good
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| Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood
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| Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up
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| Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up
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| Peace to my people in
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| (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn…)
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| (You know the place)
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| I got the rhythm that’ll rip up shows
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| Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow
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| Vocally I rock locally and worldwide
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| Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried
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| Cause when you come from where I come from
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| You gotta be tough
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| Cause niggas’ll call your bluff quick enough
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| Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
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| Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks
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| I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J
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| For givin up the props to the girls around the way
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| It ain’t safe after dark to throw a jam in the park
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| If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc
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| Cause we get down when it comes to a jam
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| Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man
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| If your town is like my town, you don’t wanna mess around
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| Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down
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| Peace to my people in
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| (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn…)
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| (You know the place)
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| Everyhwere that I step they know my rep
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| Cause I’m sayin and doin ill shit they won’t forget
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| Breakin down doors, although I never break laws
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| Come to a town that’s yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
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| Comin hard for your section, slow up
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| Live in the flesh and about to blow up
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| So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up
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| Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you’re booked
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| You gotta be hard, cause I ain’t with softies
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| Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this
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| So come with your game, cause you can’t be lame
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| As soon as you walk, I’m forgettin your name
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| As long as you know all that enter are equal
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| Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people
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| (Yeah)
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| Peace to my people
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| (Yeah)
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| Peace to my people
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| Peace to my people on the east coast
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| Peace to my people on the west
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| Peace to the people up north
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| Peace to the people down south
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| Peace to the people in Brooklyn
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| Peace to the people in the Bronx
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| Peace to my people in Compton
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| Peace to my people goin uptown
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| Peace to my people in Detroit
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| Peace to my people in Houston
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| Peace to my people in Philly
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| Peace to my people in Boston
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| Peace to my people in Jersey
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| Peace to my people in Georgia
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| Peace to my people in Philly
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| Peace to my people in Richmond
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| Peace to my people in Cali
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| Peace to my people in Queens
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| Peace to my people goin uptown
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| Peace to my people in the islands
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| Peace to my people on the beach
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| Peace to my people in Miami
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| Peace to my people
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| I send peace to my people
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| (You know the place)
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| (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brooklyn , by - MC Lyte. Song from the album Ain't No Other, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп