Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Brawl, artist - Prop Dylan. Album song The Cardinal Sin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2013
Record label: Catapults
Song language: English
Brooklyn Brawl |
Hey yo ladies, a cargo ball |
Fingers to keep her pointing 'em |
The jealousy and greed |
Please, you’re Nickelodeon’s hot |
Flip a coin and jump up to see the podium |
It’s like an opium trip |
Woah my spit is poisonous |
Born and bred in the city of chimney smoke clouds |
So no god, I got down to scribble notes |
I’m also trip her dosage |
Different strokes for different folks |
Solidify the inner growth |
You apply holes to my lung |
'Cause my south-six is golden like shoulder the brawn |
We got the pros in the corn |
All this for all nought, it’s all over before long |
Word is born, though it was yet inadequate |
We’ll label, let you know |
Stop playing the devil’s advocate |
Before and after shit, it’s so wavy |
It’s like these streets are directed by Scorsese |
All me, by all means necessary |
Edged in stone if you walk these cemetaries |
Flesh and bone, the dirt of a jail |
So every sinning is felt like you’re wedded in brown |
Brooklyn brawl and the boiling like cooking oil |
It’s chess has taking your brooks |
To lay 'em where the crooks is royal |
Ain’t cooking to spoil meat |
But loyal to the bodega |
The forties right in tomatoes |
Some cappin' in Las Vegas |
The product of dope dealers |
Pocket of dro', nothing my fro' |
I start to tear with the fort I smoke the clear |
I’ve got a unity of pepper spray |
Step away, step at a time |
You lames getting run over by a Chevrolet |
Dead man tell no tales |
But that’s not what the dead don’t say |
They say run, let them fight another day |
Pay attention 'cause they whisper in from heaven’s gate |
Providing you with wisdom and advice before you let it stray |
Find a better way |
Why you always thinking that it must be rhyming |
This shit is bootleg, they call it knocky times |
Let us pray, let’s split it two ways with Bob Dylan |
The two was already your 'cause we top billing |
When we say throw your hands |
Just protect yo' face |
Keep that guard up, I ain’t planning to be a slept-on case |
'Cause fathers to the style, I respect those greats |
Those who starving on us now, like they left no trace |
My name ring bells, hit the hustlers of Charleton |
If I targeted the mock, you wouldn’t argue my accomplishments |
Bullets that they awfully dodging like Jacky Robinson |
Why we keep 'em coming back for more like case Solomon |
Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, where your cool at? |
Why like on us like a news pack |
Get 'em down to the south, so boom back |
Like we’re bringing '92 back |
Get 'em up, get 'em high, where your crew at? |
Why like on us like a douchebag |
Get 'em down to the south, so boom back |
Like we’re bringing '92 back |