Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Super Brooklyn , by - Smif-N-Wessun. Release date: 26.08.2021
Song language: English
Super Brooklyn |
| S-T what I represent, N-Y |
| Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die |
| For the record let it be known — chrome for sale |
| And any one of these niggas could blow your grill |
| Show your skill — you want war? |
| Hold your steel |
| You want more? |
| Unload techs, you all could feel |
| Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills |
| Run for your shields, the battlefield’s blastin at will |
| Smoke Dawg you know my name I’ll |
| Be the same til the day that I’m laid down |
| Niggas push me to the point’s gotta spray rounds |
| Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns — always playin |
| You ain’t bustin off, just shootin the breeze |
| Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze |
| You ain’t been through what I did just to get where I’m at |
| Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at |
| Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at |
| Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO) |
| Hand-lin a big-gat |
| My-army got my bi-zack |
| I’mma Brooklyn survivor, these streets is hotter than lava |
| Top of saliva, burn you like fire |
| I’m a B.K.D.C.S.T. |
| smokin Nestle with a chick in a G.S. Tree |
| Why Missy so sexy but she’s a bitch |
| Chill shorty, who can’t play me |
| I’m a general baby, what you crazy |
| Bucktown where niggas be actin so shady |
| Welcome to Crooklyn, where we send shots to ya fitted |
| Rock two tone doo rags and whips and kid it |
| I love to shit it, fuck you if you ain’t wit it |
| Out here I know the D.A. |
| get cases aquited |
| So why would I up and leave, behind all my team |
| All that cream, go to where new and start out clean |
| My sixteen, these niggas cramp with hoes |
| Been all around the word, still Brooklyn’s own |
| What we live is what you read about |
| And any time of the day we bring the heaters out |
| My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out |
| Now you wonderin what Cocoa B’s about? |
| (Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ) |
| Cocoa B-R-double-O |
| K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES |
| Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those |
| Invest in a few pounds or a couple O’s |
| My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast |
| On point for the B’s and whenever beef approach |
| If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke |
| Chrome close, anyone compete — meet your ghost |
| All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest |
| Can’t tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers |
| Why our Roc’s look like Raiders and got models for ladies |
| Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes |
| Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet |
| Move with the heat, Cocoa B’s influence your speech |
| Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent |
| Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck, out in |
| Chorus: |
| Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at |
| Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO) |
| Hand-lin a big-gat |
| My-army got my bi-zack |
| What we live is what you read about |
| And any time of the day we bring the heaters out |
| My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out |
| And now you wonderin what Cocoa B’s about? |