Crooklyn Lyrics

Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide

And the count now is one and one

To Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...

[CHORUS]

Straight from Crooklyn

Better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts

Cause Brooklyn's the borough

Panic, as another manic depressive

Adolescent stares at death

Now, what's left

When there ain't no God

And a whole lot of pride

It might be a homicide

So let the drama slide

We don't want no problems, B

Get your name in

The obituary column sheet

Cause life is too short

And it just gets shorter

I wish I had a quarter for

All my people they slaughtered

Last year alone in the Dead Zone

Walk straight but don't walk late

Cause I'm coming with a hate

Only made from what it made me

Cause nobody ever played me

Now it's only getting worse

Buckshot and Ase

In the land of the waste

Kicking you in your face

We be doing it up Crooklyn style

What does it take to get you wild

My mentality is getting iller, killer

Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait

I know you wanna enter

But I can't let you in

My mind state's the maddest

I'm gone with the wind

Because it is survival of the fittest

When the shit hits the fan

I got my shank in my hand

Black man with the permanent tan

I come from the 'ville

And never ran, damn

I'm feeling another part of reality

Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.

Straight from the 'ville

Tilden played the building

I mean literally

When I say I make a killing

For my cypher

See, I'm finning to bust a piper

Original heads represent

The Brooklyn all nighter

Do or die

I'm saying it's you and I

Bring your click so we can get

Stone like Family Sly

Peace to C.I. and the Bush

Might even see Ruck

And the Rock giving the push

[Repeat CHORUS 2x]

We did it like that

And now we do it like this

We did it like that

And now we do it like this

Go inside your mind

And find a time that you miss

And just think about

The steel in your fist

It's just an extension of your arm

It's that ghetto type of charm

That makes all the homeboys swarm

Can I drop the bomb

Oh, yes, I can

Move with the groove

Smooth like Geechie Dan

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That kid there

Who is the chick

With the pick in her hair

Angela, uhh, Davis

And we roll like Avis

Rent-a-Car kid, there you are

You know where to find me

Whenever you need me

If you know the Ave, follow the path

To the land of the aftermath

But don't frolic in the midst

Crazy ass Crooklyn kids

Cause they always throwing

A body on my lawn

I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar

Get off my block, boy

And give me a dollar for the trouble

Or get blown up like a bubble

Let's take a sec to think back

The year of the seven-oh

When Brooklyn was the place to go

Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights

Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel

On your life

Trife individuals live in the PJ's

Dee Evil, check my DJ

Hey, play what I wanna play in the day

But in the night, I feel the right took a left

Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down

Heads from state to state

Travel as I unravel the rate

How it tapped Scott and Sutter

I remember way back in the days

Playing hot peas and butter

Brother, if you want another lesson

Crooklyn session

Take it back, black Smith and Wesson

Press your luck

You get stuck by Buck

For your bucks

Masta Ase has the taste

For ducks and duck sauce

So tell Lord Digga

Dig a grave for the bones

Sticks and stones

While I kick some ancient poems

Through your domes

Act went back

To attack your homes

So, Tip, can I flip

(Yes, you can)

I'm in the World War

With Muhammad, my man

Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger

Uh-huh, what's happening

To ReRun and Roger

I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands

And running down the block

From D'Wayne and

D'Wayne had a glock

Cause he be selling rock

For the Partridge Family

And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E

And he be pimping Chrissy

From Three's Company

Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry

This is a 70's thing from the days

When kids didn't act so crazed

In Crooklyn

[Repeat CHORUS 2x]

Robinson waits, here comes the pitch

And there goes a line drive to left field

Slaughter's after it

He leaps and it's over his head

Against the wall

Here comes Gilliam scoring

Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins

Brooklyn wins