Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers Lyrics

Straight from Crooklyn

Better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts

Cause Brooklyn's the borough

We did it like that

And now we do it like this

We did it like that

And now we do it like this

Heh heh heh, yeah

Now clock, kids

Who got the cocaine

Don't tell me it's the

Little kids on Soul Train

The meta-force it

I put my brain to my jaw

It comes from other places

Not the tinted faces

Journalistic values are yellow

And then of course falters

You watch Channel Zero

With that bitch Barbara Walters

She'll have you believe

Black invented crack

When President Lyndon

Had the formula way back

In sixty-three with Kennedy

Yes, the double cross

Remember that's when they

Blew his fucking head off

Vietnam vets come back

Looking like one-armed pests

Nixon bombs, here attached

No picket fence, no job

No Hazel in the car

Blue collar turns to bourgeoise

Depressed in your chest

Demarol for sess

Low dough, crack in veils

Much less

White, he can sell

On the corners of Bushwick

White, he can sell

On the corners of Flatbush

Whiteys can sell

On the corners of Bed-Stuy

Pass the torch to that nigga guy

So just die, nigga, die, nigga

You're too black, you're can't handle

You're too strong

Get high, fly clock

Next boost, you steal

In ninety-five

We take back Ebbets Field

Let's take a sec to think back

Crooklyn, traveling distance to party

Crooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly

Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly

You don't know, you better ask somebody

Crack filled streets

Since eighty-five the beast

Getting paid to not bust

Hookers drawers got crushed

Claps clapping regular

Hardcore niggaz with fat gold chains

On the corner maintaining

Gold teeth flashing

Stick-up kids play in

The front of Latin Quarters

Keep home your daughters

Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming

Ignorant ducks are shooting, wilding

They're not aiming

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Think about it, what a pity

Five people died

In front of Skate City

Senseless back then

You was I'll if you had a gun

People dashing, flashing

Damn, no fun

On the square

You couldn't shop too much

Cause Fort Greene would hem you

Wreck the fuck on up

You had do or die

East New York, mad Hell

Fellas cutting school

Trooping to all go Maxwell

So many memories

I can't manifest

Yo, Ru,, start where I finish

And to Brooklyn, God bless

Yo, we representing

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Crazy ass Crooklyn kids

Represent to Brooklyn all night

Crazy ass Crooklyn kids

Because it is survival of the fittest

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Listen, cause for your mind

I got the right nutrition

We keeps it hard like fat asses

And cases of Heineken

Here in Brooklyn

Home of the warrior and villain

Trife type chicks

Top Billin's, the anthem

Rastas smoke marijuana

Enterprising businessmen

Shoot dice on the corner

Excuse me while I light my spliff

But some choose to sip

So bullets hit brains

When bottles hit lips

Clips, whatever happened

To.38 special

Now it's Desert Eagles

Government issue

Probably the same one

That killed Noriega

Chips that power nuclear bombs

Power my Sega

Subliminal hypnotism

And colonialism

Leaves most niggas

Dead or in prison

In Crookland, right hand

Cuts off the left hand

To spite the hand

Jealous of the next man

So violent crimes, black on black

Plus mad crack to boot

Everybody can't rap

So most hustle and shoot

Make money, money

Get money, take money

I can't understand that concept

Cause Jah rules everything around me

Fire burns the unjust like arson larsony

Melt MC's with mental telepathy

With precision, we're slicing and dicing

Peace to the East New York

Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

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Crooklyn, Crooklyn