I'm an uptown boy with soul flava
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Da beat is D minor but I'm oh so major
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I do my own thing so I owe no favors
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Can't do it now then I wont do it later
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Haters wanna see the boy get lost in the sauce
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But it's gravy so boy get lost
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Nah I ain't cocky I'm just statin the obvious
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H.O. the boss and I'm makin his pockets rich
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Hate it or not I am great and about to get greater
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Hit the Peja like I play with Stoyokovic
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I keep it real and my ladies do the same
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High class chicks that be crazy in the brain
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Style so mean, swag is vicious
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Smile O.D, ass delicious
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Stay gettin money no need for e-bay
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My heart is all da world but I'm lovin BK
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I ain't got no problem wit girls out in Harlem but
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(They ain't nothin like a Brooklyn girl)
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See I had a dope fling wit a girl on queens but
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(They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)
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The Bronx is hot that's where my mom resides but
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(They ain't nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)
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(Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)
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(Damn sure aint nuttin like a Brooklyn girl)
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My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore
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She bout gettin money in her juicy couture
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Do she get bored with the Gucci of course
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So the Louis she sports til it aint new anymore
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Then she cop another one makin hoes gettin madder
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Gettin more money so the price don't matter
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Ain't seen her in a minute know her ass got fatter
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And if you think she bad then her friends are way badder
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Kendra's a Christian never seen freakin
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In church every weekend she need to be deacon
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Had a model bitch name Viva we aint speakin
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But I had her screamin whenever I was beatin
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She been callin, creepin, crawlin
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Maybe she would chill if I would beat it often
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And Ronesha's fly and she sweeter than Splenda
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Cause no one ever slows her agenda
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As we smoke da la la la
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BK gettin money no 9-5
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Mamase mamasa mamakusa
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It don't make sense but admit it, it's kinda hot
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BK girls down wit that ride or die
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So I always keep one right by my side
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See I love New York I aint gotta lie
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So if you messin wit my ladies it's homicide
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I gotta friend named Shayna
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She like Bill Bellamy and how to be a player
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Shorty is a player can't nobody play her
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Can't nobody game her cause she aint a gamer
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Baby girl ballin kinda like the Lakers
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If you would trade her like Shaq then see ya later
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Player she do it so easy it's kinda like a layup
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She could lay up wit your boy wit no make up
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Keep doin her and imma keep doin me
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Even on the road imma keep 2 or 3
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Bad BK chicks that speak fluently
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In the Hamilton language girl speak to me please
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I remember when I couldn't get a girl for shit
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Now I can't get rid of any girl for shit
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So when they look at me I don't look away
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I spread love it's the Brooklyn way
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Now let the hook play
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Brooklyn Girl
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| Charles Hamilton |
