Till death do us, can't move us We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter Holler if you hear this, realness Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn
before I blaze the place And here's six shots just in case, Brooklyn Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Where you from? Brooklyn goin' out
freedom Brooklyn, ooo ooo yeah baby Your daddy's so proud of you Brooklyn, summer magic Brooklyn, your sister love you too Ooo Brooklyn Brooklyn, child
cooking Just John the Baptist in the park getting laid Thinking there's no one looking And it's eighty degrees And I'm down on my knees in Brooklyn
Let's run for cover We gotta escape They're dropping bombs on the Empire State And the streets are filled with children Who will never grow old All because
But in my head I'm singin' Singin' the Brooklyn Blues, oh, yeah When you're growin' up in Brooklyn The Bridge is like a friend Said when you're growin' up in Brooklyn
Hello brooklyn New york new york it's a hell of a town The bronx is up and I'm brooklyn down They don't know my name they only know my initials Building
move Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn style, laid out like this Come on y'all and feel the groove Get on down and make your move Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn
Brooklyn bounce its your destination excellent choice enjoy your stay the bass, the beats, the melody, gemma loves Dylan i can hear the melody listen
I will always remember this summer 'Cause the summer was all we had Bring it back You gotta bring it back Can you feel me? Knock your head Bring it back
bazz, the Brooklyn bazz If anybody can say won?t you stop Leave the fuckin' dance floor Ha ha Ready for the bazz Are you ready for the bazz? The Brooklyn
Club Bizarre This is Club Bizarre A Place were you can be free There are no ruels Everything is possible This is Club Bizarre Listen to the verse This
Tonight, hell is a dance floor And we are the devils Hell is a dancefloor Tonight, this dancefloor is hell And we are the devils I wanna see you dance
These are the sounds of Brooklyn Bounce Get ready to bounce, to bounce Brooklyn Bounce Get ready, get ready, get ready, get ready Get ready to bounce
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines Hey, hey, it's my birthday It's a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night Hey, hey, it's my birthday
part about me they can't understand No one's really from here, they just all pretend That's what they've been about Those three kids left in Brooklyn
I quietly wish I had it all Or at least something While the short waves Sends chaos around us I don't hear a thing It's all so quiet in Brooklyn If
joints and a bottle of wine You'll be glad that you did With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round Kick your feet back and be astound By the life of the Brooklyn