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A Ha
(专辑: True Magic - 2006)
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 'Cause 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 Reminisce 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 bugging Fast forward, Nine-Now I
gotta team my seed I
must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Living 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 sitting roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doing all that I
can I
love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown 'cause 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 with 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 their jums at Draw their guns back, mamma screams where she sons at Trying 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 morning, 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 mobbing 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 Their shoebox stash is all their 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 Shout-out "Go Brooklyn!", they're representing it Sitting on their front stoop sipping Guinesses Using native dialect in their sentences From the
treeline blocks to the
tenements 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 [?] to the
[?] to the
Lafayette Gardens White [?] in their army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night out in front The
Himalaya going wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The
nighties, and all my [?] Brown's Village Parkside tenants caught, thirties, forties, and the
fifties The
cats out in Starite City getting 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 time to form, just call me And let this song be, playing loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown strongly! Raise it up! Brooklyn my habitat, the
place where it happen at Live sway and the
sharp balance of the
battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw their hammer back It's where you find the
news tool crew cameras at It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at They play Big and get you open like a
sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustling you can't relax The
crack babies trying to find where their mama's at It's off the
handle black, with big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax The
type of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the
hot 'lo gear is at The
stomping grounds, where you find a
pound, smoke is that Be blazing charm that have your wave cap floating back The
doorstep where the
dispossessed posted at Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave selling zovarax You big balling better keep your money folded back 'Cause once the
young guns notice that it's over, black Brooklyn keep on taking it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the
local tax The
place I
sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the
greatest MCs was a
local cat
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