Lyrics Super Brooklyn (radio) - Cocoa Brovaz
[To
the
underground
pipe
music
of
Super
Mario
Brothers]
[Verse
One]
S-T
what
I
represent,
N-Y
Hold
it
down
for
my
peeps
in
the
'ville
in
Do
or
Die
For
the
record
let
it
be
known
- chrome
for
sale
And
any
one
of
these
niggaz
could
blow
your
grill
Show
your
skill
- you
want
war?
Hold
your
steel
You
want
more?
Unload
techs,
you
all
could
feel
Raw
deal,
you
all
peel,
run
for
the
hills
Run
for
your
shields,
the
battlefield's
blastin
at
will
[Verse
Two]
Smoke
Dawg
you
know
my
name
I'll,
Be
the
same
til
the
day
that
I'm
laid
down
Niggaz
push
me
to
the
point's
gotta
spray
rounds
Takin
shit
like
for
a
game,
actin
like
clowns
- always
playin
You
ain't
bustin
off,
just
shootin
the
breeze
Cause
you
scared
of
the
repercussion
after
we
squeeze
You
ain't
been
through
what
I
did
just
to
get
where
I'm
at
Streets
where
I
rep
and
B-K
where
I
be
at
[Chorus:
Cocoa
Brovas]
Cause
Brook-lyn
where
we
live-at
Jugg-lin
the
good-crack
(roo
ROO)
Hand-lin
a
big-gat
My-army
got
my
bi-zack
[Steele]
I'mma
Brooklyn
survivor,
these
streets
is
hotter
than
lava
Top
of
saliva,
burn
you
like
fire
I'm
a
B.K.D.C.S.T.
smokin
Nestle
with
a
chick
in
a
G.S.
Tree
Why
Missy
so
sexy
but
she's
a
bitch
Chill
shorty,
who
can't
play
me
I'm
a
general
baby,
what
you
crazy
Bucktown
where
niggas
be
actin
so
shady
[Tek]
Welcome
to
Crooklyn,
where
we
send
shots
to
ya
fitted
Rock
two
tone
doo
rags
and
whips
and
kid
it
I
love
to
shit
it,
fuck
you
if
you
ain't
wit
it
Out
here
I
know
the
D.A.
get
cases
aquited
So
why
would
I
up
and
leave,
behind
all
my
team
All
that
cream,
go
to
where
new
and
start
out
clean
My
sixteen,
these
niggas
cramp
with
hoes
Been
all
around
the
word,
still
Brooklyn's
own
[Chorus
x2]
[Cocoa
Brovas]
What
we
live
is
what
you
read
about
And
any
time
of
the
day
we
bring
the
heaters
out
My
nigga
stacked
his
dough,
then
he
bought
the
Beemer
out
Now
you
wonderin
what
Cocoa
B's
about?
(Cocoa
BEEEEEZ,
Cocoa
BEEEEEEEEZ)
[Verse
Four]
Cocoa
B-R-double-O
K-L-Y-N
with
a
couple
HOEES
Tired
of
coppin
weed
bags,
had
enough
of
those
Invest
in
a
few
pounds
or
a
couple
O's
My
niggaz
hustle
most
aggressive
and
keep
the
toast
On
point
for
the
B's
and
whenever
beef
approach
If
you
want
me
you
can
find
me
in
the
reefer
smoke
Chrome
close,
anyone
compete
- meet
your
ghost
[Verse
Five]
All
my
heights
and
capers,
Smoky
Lah
be
one
of
the
greatest
Can't
tell
you
all
the
things
my
niggaz
do
for
the
papers
Why
our
Roc's
look
like
Raiders
and
got
models
for
ladies
Come
through
in
fresh
wears,
always
drivin
Mercedes
Summer
days
and
mountain
bikes,
wet
Timbs
on
my
feet
Move
with
the
heat,
Cocoa
B's
influence
your
speech
Four
in
a
week,
catch
me
in
the
park
gettin
scent
Federales
stay
all
over
the
bar,
behind
the
neck,
out
in
[Chorus:
x2]
Cause
Brook-lyn
where
we
live-at
Jugg-lin
the
good-crack
(roo
ROO)
Hand-lin
a
big-gat
My-army
got
my
bi-zack
[Cocoa
Brovas]
What
we
live
is
what
you
read
about
And
any
time
of
the
day
we
bring
the
heaters
out
My
nigga
stacked
up
his
dough
and
brought
the
Beemer
out
And
now
you
wonderin
what
Cocoa
B's
about?
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