Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Quarter waters, all aboard the trains in the summer days
I wipe my brow with a towel from the Barclay's
Daily News I refuse to bust the paper out
So when you eating chinese food make sure you pluck the staples out
O.G, kush got me floa-ting, I sold seed
Got smoke and I don't speak, these streets never know sleep
Breezing off the avenue, the cabbie's catch a attitude
Five dollar phone chargers, but they not compatible
Fuck a hipster, I'm a nigga, Brooklyn born
Banned everything but the liquor, ghetto Qur'ans
I speak songs to the willing and the righteous
Might just wine for the gal in the tight dress
Fuck that, never disrespect a silly record
Less it's disrespecting Brooklyn, you'll get your live token
No you shouldn't, but you will, we armed and aimed to kill
Brooklyn heavy weight you'll never take us under G for real
Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
[Verse 2 : Meechy Darko]
Dollar van to the jewelry man
Something like a grand for these gold fangs, I'm from the county of kings
Higher learning was a change, and why diesel inhaling grew wings
Nah mean, zombie's the top example why they call a rotten apple
Cut the tail off the city, rassle ain't no longer tattled
Peep my BK point of view like that Spike Lee angle
Rockefeller drug lords, or the judge might hang you
BK breezing warriors, the most notorious
But the bearer of the throne will always be the Notorious one
Mos Def-initely, I'm feeling mighty Fab, puffing on the Jay
Busting rhymes while the time past
Birth place of Tyson, Jordan, get Jackson'ed
Nigga give me your wallet, bitches hand me your pocketbooks
Replace the B with a C, Brooklyn, home of the crooks
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Quarter waters, all aboard the trains in the summer days
I wipe my brow with a towel from the Barclay's
Daily News I refuse to bust the paper out
So when you eating chinese food make sure you pluck the staples out
O.G, kush got me floa-ting, I sold seed
Got smoke and I don't speak, these streets never know sleep
Breezing off the avenue, the cabbie's catch a attitude
Five dollar phone chargers, but they not compatible
Fuck a hipster, I'm a nigga, Brooklyn born
Banned everything but the liquor, ghetto Qur'ans
I speak songs to the willing and the righteous
Might just wine for the gal in the tight dress
Fuck that, never disrespect a silly record
Less it's disrespecting Brooklyn, you'll get your live token
No you shouldn't, but you will, we armed and aimed to kill
Brooklyn heavy weight you'll never take us under G for real
Brooklyn, New York is our hometown!
Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop
[Verse 2 : Meechy Darko]
Dollar van to the jewelry man
Something like a grand for these gold fangs, I'm from the county of kings
Higher learning was a change, and why diesel inhaling grew wings
Nah mean, zombie's the top example why they call a rotten apple
Cut the tail off the city, rassle ain't no longer tattled
Peep my BK point of view like that Spike Lee angle
Rockefeller drug lords, or the judge might hang you
BK breezing warriors, the most notorious
But the bearer of the throne will always be the Notorious one
Mos Def-initely, I'm feeling mighty Fab, puffing on the Jay
Busting rhymes while the time past
Birth place of Tyson, Jordan, get Jackson'ed
Nigga give me your wallet, bitches hand me your pocketbooks
Replace the B with a C, Brooklyn, home of the crooks
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