Sonnie Carson Brooklyn
Hello nigga, blue tapin' and make green
You ain't really that much I can't see
So I will scream somewhere from this dirt
One hand over, the other on 6.30
Murder, murder, yeah, I know the feeling
You're meditating
Yeah, I've been feeling shit
You need a phone check-up
Got those days
'You want everything in a Chico
Put my name on 'and Billboards
And hang it with some pimps and real whores
They'll think that I kill folks
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
Brooklyn is my house and I'm the fresh green from it
You're turning brown you need some belle air
'All gone
Did you go, did you smoke my money?
Troubles are on blow
All I got is a hundred dollar bill
If you ain't talking money then you got to chill
'I know how to step
I still made you without a budget
We like to think is'
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
'We don't want the corner
We are taking the whole street
And I'm looking like something you can't fit
Gangsta, gangsta, tell me how you do it?
You are running through the city
Like really it ain't nothing to it
'Tell me what you call that?
Anybody get it
Who wants it?
Yeah, that Brooklyn bullshit
We're on it
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby
It's all about Brooklyn, baby