Текст песни Crooklyn Dodgers feat. Buck Shot, Special Ed, Master Ace - Crooklyn
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Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson Billy Martin Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough Panic, as another manic depressive Adolescent, stares at death, now what's left When there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide We don't want no problems, B Get your name in the obituary column sheet 'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered Last year alone, in the Dead Zone Walk straight, but don't walk late 'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made, from what it made me 'Cause nobody ever played me Now it's, only gettin' worse, Buckshot and Ace In the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face We be doin' it up Crooklyn style What does it take to get you wild? My mentality is gettin' iller, killer Instinct that's tryin' to infiltrate, but wait I know you want to enter but I can't let you in My mindstate's the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind Because it is, survival of the fittest When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand Black man with the permanent tan I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn I'm feelin' another part of reality Hit me when I represent the F.A.P. Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building I mean literally when I say I make a killing For my cypher, see I'm finnin' to bust a piper Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter Do or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly Peace to C.I. and the Bush Might even see Ruck and the Rock givin' the push Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough We did it like that, and now we do it like this We did it like that, and now we do it like this Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss And just, think about the steel in your fist It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm That makes all the homeboys swarm Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan Who is the man? That kid there Who is the chick with the pick in her hair? Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis Rent-a-car kid, there you are You know where to find me, whenever you need me If you know the ave', follow the path To the land of the aftermath But don't frolic in the midst, crazy ass Crooklyn kids 'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar Get off my block boy and give me a dollar For the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble Let's take a sec to think back, the year of the seven-oh When Brooklyn was the place to go Flow, on a journey up to Crown Heights Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life Trife, individuals live in the PJ's Dee Evil, check my DJ Hey, play what I want to play in the day But in the night, I feel the right took a left Bucktown, Brooklyn break it down Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate How it, tapped Scott and Sutter I remember way back in the days playin' hot peas and butter Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste For ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones While I kick some ancient poems, through your domes 'Act went back, to attack your homes So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can) I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger Uh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger? I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock 'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry This is a 70's thing from the days When kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough Robinson waits, here comes the pitch And there goes a line drive to left field Waters, after it, he leaps and it's over his head Against the wall, and Robinson Scores Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins! |
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Потому что он продает крэк для семьи Партридж
И Рубен Кинкейд ездит на 300-E
И он сутенерствует над Крисси из «Трое — это компания»
Плюс он обманул мистера Ти, забрав все его украшения
Это всё из 70-х, из тех дней
Когда дети не вели себя так безумно, в Круклине
Прямиком из Круклина, более известного как Бруклин
Никогда не сдаемся, потому что Бруклин — это наш район
Прямиком из Круклина, более известного как Бруклин
Никогда не сдаемся, потому что Бруклин — это наш район
Робинсон ждет, вот подача
И мяч летит по прямой в левое поле
Уотерс бежит за ним, он прыгает, и мяч пролетает над его головой
У самой стены, и Робинсон забивает!
Бруклин побеждает! Бруклин побеждает! Бруклин побеждает!
