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cool, 'cause Brooklyn's cool Friday the last day of school Girls steppin' to the to swing Settin' up for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create And there's girls mad at the bus stop Not waitin' on the bus but waitin' on the flow are laughin', gassin' the past hoe
Girl steps to me and issue That knot you got, is that or tissue? Feelin' on the bulge, it's her own I her that it's money and she should move on
She says she's pure from legs to her And we should talk over Chinese and fries I tell her to step but hey, the scene 'Cause she ain't nothin' but the
We are for the Brooklyn We are looking for the We are looking for the We are for the Brooklyn-Queens
State the rhyme, of Brooklyn Otherwise as Crooklyn fortify flesh with gold Ears hang in a slave hold
Walk past, don't get the of day Played like a suede on a summer Conversated till I her laugh Said, "I'm Nice, you want my autograph?"
Oval Office closed as she heard She said, "From 3rd I could do this" closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants 'Cause the Queen's a gold digger
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Squared away with my and tonight's plans When I feel the crab, my right hand Slapped her on the back, tried to her her, "What's the reason for the drama?"
Her move was straight out of textbook "Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex "Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad So I'm forced to you nothing but the gas face"
"You better go for on the cab or bus 'Cause you're downtown and you're too fabulous But get this, this a humdinger?"
She stepped to a retard a four-finger ring in the skin tight jeans I'm scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
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Last to Brooklyn, I enter the Queen holds my scepter Gettin' like a derelict on scotch I'm Dick Lewis, 'cause baby I'm you
Scheme on a brother for a To choose between the and the have-not Do you the shade of vanilla? I'll play Elvis and you play
Oh, he's no hero, better yet Dee cheap liquor for a fee A Brooklyn-Queen, Russell Simmons like Tyson rushin' Givens
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