Текст песни Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers - Crooklyn Dodgers '95
Straight
from
Crooklyn
Better
known
as
Brooklyn
Never
taking
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
Heh
heh
heh,
yeah
Now
clock,
kids
Who
got
the
cocaine
Don't
tell
me
it's
the
Little
kids
on
Soul
Train
The
meta-force
it
I
put
my
brain
to
my
jaw
It
comes
from
other
places
Not
the
tinted
faces
Journalistic
values
are
yellow
And
then
of
course
falters
You
watch
Channel
Zero
With
that
bitch
Barbara
Walters
She'll
have
you
believe
Black
invented
crack
When
President
Lyndon
Had
the
formula
way
back
In
sixty-three
with
Kennedy
Yes,
the
double
cross
Remember
that's
when
they
Blew
his
fucking
head
off
Vietnam
vets
come
back
Looking
like
one-armed
pests
Nixon
bombs,
here
attached
No
picket
fence,
no
job
No
Hazel
in
the
car
Blue
collar
turns
to
bourgeoise
Depressed
in
your
chest
Demarol
for
sess
Low
dough,
crack
in
veils
Much
less
White,
he
can
sell
On
the
corners
of
Bushwick
White,
he
can
sell
On
the
corners
of
Flatbush
Whiteys
can
sell
On
the
corners
of
Bed-Stuy
Pass
the
torch
to
that
nigga
guy
So
just
die,
nigga,
die,
nigga
You're
too
black,
you're
can't
handle
You're
too
strong
Get
high,
fly
clock
Next
boost,
you
steal
In
ninety-five
We
take
back
Ebbets
Field
Let's
take
a
sec
to
think
back
Crooklyn,
traveling
distance
to
party
Crooklyn,
abstinant
functions,
not
hardly
Brooklyn,
the
name
alone
holds
Godly
You
don't
know,
you
better
ask
somebody
Crack
filled
streets
Since
eighty-five
the
beast
Getting
paid
to
not
bust
Hookers
drawers
got
crushed
Claps
clapping
regular
Hardcore
niggaz
with
fat
gold
chains
On
the
corner
maintaining
Gold
teeth
flashing
Stick-up
kids
play
in
The
front
of
Latin
Quarters
Keep
home
your
daughters
Cause
if
bullets
fly,
watch
the
flaming
Ignorant
ducks
are
shooting,
wilding
They're
not
aiming
One
needs
to,
gotta
Think
about
it,
what
a
pity
Five
people
died
In
front
of
Skate
City
Senseless
back
then
You
was
I'll
if
you
had
a
gun
People
dashing,
flashing
Damn,
no
fun
On
the
square
You
couldn't
shop
too
much
Cause
Fort
Greene
would
hem
you
Wreck
the
fuck
on
up
You
had
do
or
die
East
New
York,
mad
Hell
Fellas
cutting
school
Trooping
to
all
go
Maxwell
So
many
memories
I
can't
manifest
Yo,
Ru,
start
where
I
finish
And
to
Brooklyn,
God
bless
Yo,
we
representing
(CHORUS)
Crazy
ass
Crooklyn
kids
Represent
to
Brooklyn
all
night
Crazy
ass
Crooklyn
kids
Because
it
is
survival
of
the
fittest
(CHORUS)
Listen,
cause
for
your
mind
I
got
the
right
nutrition
We
keeps
it
hard
like
fat
asses
And
cases
of
Heineken
Here
in
Brooklyn
Home
of
the
warrior
and
villain
Trife
type
chicks
Top
Billin's,
the
anthem
Rastas
smoke
marijuana
Enterprising
businessmen
Shoot
dice
on
the
corner
Excuse
me
while
I
light
my
spliff
But
some
choose
to
sip
So
bullets
hit
brains
When
bottles
hit
lips
Clips,
whatever
happened
To.38
special
Now
it's
Desert
Eagles
Government
issue
Probably
the
same
one
That
killed
Noriega
Chips
that
power
nuclear
bombs
Power
my
Sega
Subliminal
hypnotism
And
colonialism
Leaves
most
niggas
Dead
or
in
prison
In
Crookland,
right
hand
Cuts
off
the
left
hand
To
spite
the
hand
Jealous
of
the
next
man
So
violent
crimes,
black
on
black
Plus
mad
crack
to
boot
Everybody
can't
rap
So
most
hustle
and
shoot
Make
money,
money
Get
money,
take
money
I
can't
understand
that
concept
Cause
Jah
rules
everything
around
me
Fire
burns
the
unjust
like
arson
larsony
Melt
MC's
with
mental
telepathy
With
precision,
we're
slicing
and
dicing
Peace
to
the
East
New
York
Perverted
Monks,
and
Mike
Tyson
(CHORUS)
4X
Crooklyn,
Crooklyn
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