* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
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* 3 bars of drum beats *
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* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
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Verse One: MC Serch
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Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool!
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Friday doin the last day of school
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Girls steppin to the mall to swing
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Settin up dollars for their summer fling
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Cars on the avenue create gridlock
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And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop
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Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow
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Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe
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Girl steps to me and pushes issue
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"That knot you got, is that money or tissue?"
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Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it's her own
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I tell her that it's money and she should move on
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She says she's pure from legs to her thighs
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And we should talk over some chinese and fries
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I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene
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Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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"We are looking for 'Brooklyn'..
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We are looking for the.." Brooklyn-Queens!
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Verse Two: Pete Nice
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State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
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Otherwise known as Crooklyn
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Freaks fortify flesh with gold
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Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
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Walk past, don't get the time of day
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Played like suede, on a summer sway
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Conversated, till I made her laugh
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Said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?"
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Oval Office closed as she heard this
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She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this"
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Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants
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Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
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Chorus (2X)
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Verse Three: MC Serch
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Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans
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When I feel a crab grab my right hand
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Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
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Asking her, "Now what's the reason for the drama?"
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Her next move was straight out of textbook
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"Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look
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Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
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So I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
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You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus
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Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous
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But get this, ain't this a humdinger?
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She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring
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Somewhere in the skin tight jeans
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I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
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Chorus
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Verse Four: Pete Nice
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Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
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Carefully the Queen holds my scepter
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Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch
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I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin you
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scheme on a brother for a knot
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To choose between the have and the have-not
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Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
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I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
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Oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee
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Advertise cheap liqour for a fee
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A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
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That's like Tyson rushin Givens
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Chorus (2X)
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* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" repeatedly over drum beat *
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* 3rd Bass says 'Brooklyn-Queens' (3X) *
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[MC Serch] Who's on Prince Paul's cactus?
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'Brooklyn-Queens'
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[MC Serch] Hahaha, yeah check it out
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'Brooklyn-Queens'
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yo, 'Brooklyn-Queens'
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* Daddy Rich keeps scratchin *
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Brooklyn-Queens
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3rd Bass |