- Mos Def Brooklyn 歌詞
- Mos Def
- *part one*
[mos def] Hey hey, ha ha say what say what Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes i feel like i dont have a partner Sometimes i feel like my only friend Is the city i live in, is beautiful brooklyn Long as i live here believe im on fire hey Cuz its the b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k L-y-n is the place where i stay The b-the-r-the-o-the-o-k Best in the world and all usa Its the b-to-the-r-the- o-the-o-k L-y-n is the place where i stay The b-to-the-r-the-o-the-o-k Place where i rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes i sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on bed-stuy when i was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my izod, say a little something When i was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and charlie chims (aiyyo what?) im only buggin Fast forward, nine-now i gotta team my seed I must proceed at gods speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as im alive, paw i got to strive I aint sittin roadside, that aint harder to plan Im out here for my fam doin all that i can I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname bucktown cuz we grown to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines i touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back Im from the slums that created the bass that thump back This aint a game clown, play ya james brown and jump back What you want, jack? young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three billion strong and here we go *part two* [mos def] Good morninnnnnnnnngg vietnam!!! Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background* Yo sometimes i sit back, reflect on the place that i live at Unlike any place i ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push ya wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it , form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and cant get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off Its real yo but still yo, its love here And its felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One year as a resident, deeper sentiment Shoutout 'go brooklyn!', they representin it Sittin on they front stoop sippin guinesses Usin native dialect in they sentences >from the treeline blocks to the tenaments To the mom & pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And aint a place that i know that bear resemblance Thats why we it the planet Not a borough or a prov, its our style thats uncalm >from ?sun? to the ? to the lafayette gardens White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in coney isle Friday night out in front the himalaya goin wild This goes out to crown heights and smurv village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? browns village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in starite city gettin busy To the hook, to the east, to the stuy Bushwick and kanarcy, farraget, fullgreen, and marcy My flatbush posse, generals of armies When its time to form, just call me And let this song be, playin loud in long b If you love bucktown strongly! Raise it up! *part three* [mos def] Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back Its where you find the news tool crew cameras at Its where my fam is at, summertime jame is at They play big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you cant relax The crack babies tryin to find where they mamas at Its off the handle black, wit big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to miramax Thetype of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the high low gear is at The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back The doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope fiends out at franklin ave sellin zovarax You big ballin better keep your money folded back Cuz once the young guns notice that its over, black Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax The place i sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the greatest mcs was a local cat
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