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Correct Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers Lyrics
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Correct Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers
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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 One needs to, gotta 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 [Chorus:] Crazy ass Crooklyn kids Represent to Brooklyn all night Crazy ass Crooklyn kids Because it is survival of the fittest [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] 4X Crooklyn, Crooklyn
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