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Real cool, Brooklyn's cool doin' the last day of school Girls steppin' to the to swing Settin' up dollars for their fling
on the avenue create gridlock And there's girls mad at the bus stop Not waitin' on the bus but waitin' on the cash are laughin', gassin' the past hoe
Girl to me and pushes issue knot you got, is that money or tissue? Feelin' on the bulge, thinkin' her own I her that it's money and she should move on
She says she's pure from legs to her And we talk over some Chinese and fries I her to step but hey, that's the scene 'Cause she nothin' but the Brooklyn-Queen
We are for the Brooklyn We are for the Brooklyn-Queens We are for the Brooklyn We are looking for the
State the rhyme, borough of Otherwise as Crooklyn fortify flesh with gold Ears trunk in a slave hold
Walk past, get the time of day Played like a suede on a sway Conversated till I her laugh Said, "I'm Pete Nice, you my autograph?"
Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass? I do this" Listen closely, slowly a swig of intoxicants the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
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We are for the Brooklyn We are looking for the We are for the Brooklyn We are for the Brooklyn-Queens
Squared away my digits and tonight's plans When I feel the crab, grab my hand Slapped her on the back, to calm her Asking her, "What's the 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 simply too But get this, this a humdinger?"
She stepped to a retard a four-finger ring Somewhere in the tight jeans I'm gonna scoop the best of the
We are for the Brooklyn We are looking for the We are for the Brooklyn We are for 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 I'm watchin' you
on a brother for a knot To between the have and the have-not Do you the shade of vanilla? I'll play and you play Priscilla
Oh, he's no hero, yet Billy Dee Advertise cheap for a fee A Brooklyn-Queen, Russell Simmons That's like Tyson rushin'
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