Brooklyn-Queens - 3rd Bass

Real cool.

cause Brooklyn’s cool!

Friday June the last day of school

Girls steppin to the mall to swing

Settin up dollars for their summer fling

Cars on the avenue create gridlock

And there’s girls like MAD at the bus stop

Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow

Fellas are laughin, gassin the past ho

Girl steps to me and pushes issue

«That knot you got, is that money or tissue?»

Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it’s her own

I tell her that it’s money and she should move on

She says she’s pure from her legs to her thighs

And we should talk over some chinese and fries

I tell her to step, but hey that’s the scene

Cause she ain’t nothin.

but a Brooklyn Queen

«We are looking for 'Brooklyn'.

We are looking for the.»

Brooklyn-Queens!

State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn

Otherwise known as Crooklyn

Freaks fortify flesh with gold

Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold

Walk past, don’t get the time of day

Played like suede, on a summer sway

Conversated, till I made her laugh

Said, «I'm Pete Nice.

you want my autograph?»

Oval Office closed as she heard this

She said, «From 3rd Bass?

I could do this»

Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants

Cause the Brooklyn Queen’s a gold digger

Squared away.

with my digits and tonight’s plans

When I feel a crab grab my right hand

Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her

Asking her, «What's the reason for the drama?»

Her next move was straight out of textbook

«Haven't we met before?»

Giving me a sex look

Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste

So I’m forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face

You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus

Cause you’re downtown and you’re simply too fabulous

But get this, ain’t this a humdinger?

She stepped to a retard sportin' a four-finger ring

Somewhere in the skin tight jeans

I’m gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens

Last exit to Brooklyn I enter

Carefully the Queen holds my scepter

Gettin' numb like a Derelict on scotch

I’m Dick Lewis, cause baby I’m watchin' you

Scheme on a brother for a knot

To choose between the have and the have-not

Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?

I’ll play Elvis and you play Priscilla

Oh he’s no hero, better yet Billy Dee

Advertise cheap liquor for a fee

A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons

That’s like Tyson rushin' Givens

Who’s on Prince Paul’s cactus?

'Brooklyn-Queens'

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'Brooklyn-Queens'

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