Featuring scoob
Chorus: big daddy kane
Come on yand'all and feel the groove
Get on down and make your move
Welcome to the funkiest
Brooklyn style, laid out like this
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[big daddy kane]
I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood
Where i come from, and thatand's the place of brooklyn
Where the grimies are born and bred
And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head
[scoob]
Well is it brownsville? time to represent for the map
Where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps
The party addict about to explode
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code
[big daddy kane]
Parlayin on the corner, drinkin 40and's shootin cee-lo
Itand's a brooklyn thing, aight? you know our steelo
And for those who just donand't know how it go
Play like a substitute teacher and act like you know
[scoob]
So yo, who wanna set it? you better kick your best g
You and your whole entourage couldnand't test me
I represent for the foand' main
And if youand're not a booty bandit, then niggaz canand't hang
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[big daddy kane]
Now, letand's get straight down to the point
I represent for this brooklyn joint, baby pah, where weand're takin it to
Makin a few dollars donand't mean you gotta forget
Where you come from and try to be someone, that youand're really not
And front with what you got
Youand're gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real
What type of mission can i say you on?
Because you musta done changed to some grey poupon, heh
Iand'm really happy to see you blew up
But always remember my man you grew up
In the pjand's all your life, in a broken home
(scoob: well alright now)
Up in the pjand's all your life, keepin it strong, what!
I be the louis ave livin, live long lastin lover
Bonafied black brother, word to the mother
Skilled at trades at hand with those who made
The man with support and always stayed a fan
My dialectic style is perfected
In ways you canand't imagine rap bein accepted
Funkand'll slam like a doper jam, pops
Iand'm takin mine like taxes with uncle sam
So check out the asiatic type of flow
Like water in the nile, but itand's brooklyn style
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[scoob]
Yo, this is big scoob, no practice
Iand'm flippin on niggaz like little kids on that mattress
You know my style, baby pah from the pjand's
My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local djand's
So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin
My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin
Why did they step to me, i hit em, bow, bu-dow
Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile
No need for beef chief iand'm rollin mad deep
So pick up your teeth, i got him shakin like a leaf
Not tryin to scare you, i just wanna aware you
I bet you wonand't even look at my face (what what what) i dare you
Yo nigga please, yo iand'm nice with these
While youand're guardin your grill, iand'll be beatin up your kidneys
Me and my boys with the fat tec 9and's
With my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines
Where iand'm from thereand's no need for hesitation
We cock and squeeze, now whereand's the doctor for this patient?
Heand's drippin blood and now heand's down to his last breath
But he wonand't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def
The ill, type of brooklyn artist
Who rocks the har-dest, regard-less
Who you know and where youand're from i pull your file
(how?) brooklyn style
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