Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn, artist - Mos Def. Album song Black On Both Sides, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Brooklyn |
Hey hey, ha ha say what say what |
Ha ha bust it yo |
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner |
Sometimes I feel like my only friend |
Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn |
Long as I live here believe I’m on fire hey |
Cuz it’s the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K |
L-Y-N is the place where I stay |
The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K |
Best in the world and all USA |
It’s the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K |
L-Y-N is the place where I stay |
The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K |
Place where I rest is on my born day |
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect |
Watch the world go by and my thought connect |
I think about the time past and the time to come |
Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young |
I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function |
Throw on my Izod, say a little something |
When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin |
How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I’m only buggin |
Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed |
I must proceed at God’s speed to perform my deed |
Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five |
For as long as I’m alive, paw I got to strive |
I ain’t sittin roadside, that ain’t harder to plan |
I’m out here for my fam doin all that I can |
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts |
Nickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburst |
Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back |
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks |
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back |
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back |
I’m from the slums that created the bass that thump back |
This ain’t a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back |
What you want, Jack? |
Young cats stash they jums at |
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at |
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes |
The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place |
Settled by the judge many years ago |
Three billion strong and here we go |
GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!! |
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background* |
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at |
Unlike any place I ever been at |
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps |
Have a mishap, push ya wig back |
Where you go to get the fresh trim at |
Four on the jake got the Timb rack |
Blue collars metro carding it |
Thugs mobbin it, form partnership |
Increase armorment, street pharmacist |
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments |
You get caught, rode the white horse and can’t get off |
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off |
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off |
It’s real yo but still yo, it’s love here |
And it’s felt by anybody that come here |
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here |
Must be something that they really want here |
One year as a resident, deeper sentiment |
Shoutout «Go Brooklyn!», they representin it |
Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses |
Usin native dialect in they sentences |
>From the treeline blocks to the tenaments |
To the Mom & Pop local shop menaces |
Travel all around the world in great distances |
And ain’t a place that I know that bear resemblance |
That’s why we it The Planet |
Not a borough or a prov, it’s our style that’s uncalm |
>From ?sun? |
to the? |
to the Lafayette Gardens |
White? |
coff guawinas? |
in they army jacket linings |
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle |
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild |
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village |
The nighties, and all my? |
yarda trenny? |
Brown’s Village |
Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties |
The cats out in Starite City gettin busy |
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy |
Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy |
My Flatbush posse, generals of armies |
When it’s t |